we passed the fields of gazing grain
because i could not stop for death
yet certain am I of the spot
I never saw a Moor
I have promises to keep
stopping by woods
it moves in darkness
mending wall
something we were withholding
gift outright
add from there those lifted eyes could count
out out
for only gossamer
because i could not stop for death
could pierce me with a fashion
I dreaded that first robin so
biblical,
eden, calvary, boanerges
frost has _ pulitzers
4 pulitzer
two misunderstandings of poems
must be beautiful
must have a theme
perfect rhyme
exact
auditory imagery
out out