Not Quite Social Poem By Robert Frost,
Some of you will be glad I dId what I did,
And the rest won’t want to punIsh me too severely
For finding a thtng to do that though not forbId
Yet wasn’t enjoined and wasn’t expected clearly.
To punIsh me overcruelly wouldn’t be right
For merely giVIng you once more gentle proof
That the city’s hold on a man is no more tIght
Than when its walls rose higher than any roof.
You may taunt me WIth not bemg able to flee the earth.
You have me there, but loosely as I would be held.
The way of understanding is partly mirth.
I would not be taken as ever having rebelled.
And anyone is free to condemn me to deathIf he leaves it to nature to carry out the sentence.
I shall will to the common stock of aIr my breath
And pay a death-tax of fairly polIte repentance.