samedi 31 janvier 2009

Les incipits : FROST, North of Boston.

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
("Mending Wall")

Robert FROST, North of Boston, 1914.

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