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This is some poem.
By some dude
I don't really know what it's about, but I kinda like it
Read it if you want to. Or you can go here, but I don't recommend it.
Something is there that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the
upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another
thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone
But they would
have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard
them made,
But at the spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And
on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wallbetween us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we
go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaces adn some so nearly balls
We have to
use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough
with handling them.
Oh, just anothe rkind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There
it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard
My apple trees will never get
across
And eat the cones under his pines I tell him
He only says,'Good fences make good neighbors.'
Spring
is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:'Why
do
they make good neighbors? Is'nt it
Where the cows are? But here I am with now cows.
Before I built a wall I'd
ask to kno
what I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I ws like to give offense.
Something there is
that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd
rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand,
like an old savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of
trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again,
'Good fences make good neighbors'
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