mercredi 28 janvier 2009

Les incipits : FROST, A Boy's Will.

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
("Into my Own")

Robert FROST, A Boy's Will, 1913.

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