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The Armful

Robert Frost

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, 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.

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"The Armful" by Robert Frost from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Latham. Copyright © 1928, 1969 by Henry Holt and Company, Inc., renewed 1956 by Robert Frost. Reprinted with the permission of the publishers.

 

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