Rethink.

For Once, Then, Some­thing Robert Frost Oth­ers taught me with hav­ing knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never see­ing Deeper down in the well than where the water Gives me back in a shin­ing sur­face pic­ture Me myself in the sum­mer heaven god­like Look­ing out of a wreath of fern and cloud-puffs. …

The Oven Bird Robert Frost There is a singer every­one has heard, Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird, Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again. He says that leaves are old and that for flow­ers Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten. He says the early petal-fall is past When pear and …