The Strong Are Saying Nothing Poem

The Strong Are Saying Nothing Poem By Robert Frost,

The SOlI now gets a 1 umphng soft and damp,
And small regard to the future of any weed.
The final Hat of the hoe’s approval stamp
Is reserved for the bed of a few selected seed.

There IS seldom more than a man to a harrowed piece
Men work alone, their lots plowed far apart,
One stringmg a chain of seed in an open crease,
And another stumbhng after a hDltIng cart.

To the fresh and black of the squares of early mold
The leafless bloom of a plum IS fresh and whIte,
Though there’s more than a doubt If the weather is not
too cold
For the bees to come and serve ItS beauty aright

WInd goes from farm to farm in wave on wave,
But carries no cry of what is hoped to be.
There may be Uttle or much beyond the grave,
But the strong are saymg nothmg until they see. The SOlI now gets a 1 umphng soft and damp,

And small regard to the future of any weed.
The final Hat of the hoe’s approval stamp
Is reserved for the bed of a few selected seed.
There IS seldom more than a man to a harrowed piece
Men work alone, their lots plowed far apart,

One stringmg a chain of seed in an open crease,
And another stumbhng after a hDltIng cart.
To the fresh and black of the squares of early mold
The leafless bloom of a plum IS fresh and whIte,

Though there’s more than a doubt If the weather is not
too cold
For the bees to come and serve ItS beauty aright
WInd goes from farm to farm in wave on wave,
But carries no cry of what is hoped to be.

There may be Uttle or much beyond the grave,
But the strong are saymg nothmg until they see.

The Strong Are Saying Nothing Poem

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