Out, Out—
Out, Out—
“The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it. And from there those that lifted eyes could count Five mountain ranges one behind the other Under the sunset far into Vermont.” —Robert Frost (Out, Out—) 1916 #Midjourney6 #Poetry
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