Dominoes
The dominoes were up,Laid out for miles.
This one chose to cross my path-
I resolved to kick it.
And it fell-
As did the next one,
And the next one,
And the next one.
Miles away, they still fall,
And all shatter upon impact-
Oh, woe!
Dominoes
The dominoes were up,A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Fire of Fury | 0 | 06/21/2010 |
Dominoes | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
The Past | 2 | 06/06/2009 |
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