PoemAtmosphere
Author / PoetRobert Frost
TagsAtmosphere, Sunny, Weak

Inscription for a Garden Wall

Winds blow the open grassy places bleak;
But where this old wall burns a sunny cheek,
They eddy over it too toppling weak
To blow the earth or anything self-clear;
Moisture and color and odor thicken here.
The hours of daylight gather atmosphere.

Robert Frost
Robert Frost
26 Mar 1874 - 29 Jan 1963
Region: North America
Period: Modernist
Movement: Modernism
Awards: Bollingen Prize, Congressional Gold Medal, Pulitzer Prize for Poetry

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