The Armful

Robert FrostRobert Frost26 Mar 1874 – 29 Jan 1963

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For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,
And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns—
Extremes too hard to comprehend at once,
Yet nothing I should care to leave behind.
With all I have to hold with hand and mind
And heart, if need be, I will do my best
To keep their building balanced at my breast.
I crouch down to prevent them as they fall;
Then sit down in the middle of them all.
I had to drop the armful in the road
And try to stack them in a better load.
Robert Frost
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Robert Frost

Robert Lee Frost was an American poet. His work was initially published in England before it was published in the United States.

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