| Robert Frost (1874–1963). A Boy’s Will. 1915. |
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| 18. The Vantage Point |
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| IF tired of trees I seek again mankind, | |
| Well I know where to hie me—in the dawn, | |
| To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn. | |
| There amid lolling juniper reclined, | |
| Myself unseen, I see in white defined | 5 |
| Far off the homes of men, and farther still, | |
| The graves of men on an opposing hill, | |
| Living or dead, whichever are to mind. | |
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| And if by moon I have too much of these, | |
| I have but to turn on my arm, and lo, | 10 |
| The sun-burned hillside sets my face aglow, | |
| My breathing shakes the bluet like a breeze, | |
| I smell the earth, I smell the bruisèd plant, | |
| I look into the crater of the ant. | |
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