A Loose Mountain Poem

A Loose Mountain Poem By Robert Frost,

DId you stay up last nIght (the 1Iagi did),
To see the star shower known as LeonId,
That once a year by hand or apparatus
Is so mystenously pelted at us?
It IS but fiery puffs of dust and pebbles,
No doubt directed at our heads as rebels
In having taken artificial hght
AgaInst the ancient sovereignty of nIght.
A fUSIllade of blanks and empty flashes,
It never reaches earth except as ashes
Of whICh you feel no least touch on your face
Nor find in dew the slIghtest cloudy trace.
Nevertheless it constitutes a runt
That the loose mountaIn lately seen to glmt
In sunlIght near us in momentous swmg
Is somethIng in a Balearic sling
The heartless and enormous Outer Black
Is still Withholding in the Zodiac
But from Irresolution in hIs back
About when best to have us In our orbit,
So we won’t SImply take It and absorb it.

A Loose Mountain Poem

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