There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.
Robert FrostTree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.
Robert FrostGATHERING LEAVES Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a great noise Of rustling all day Like rabbit and deer Running away. But the mountains I raise Elude my embrace, Flowing over my arms And into my face. I may load and unload Again and again Till I fill the whole shed, And what have I then? Next to nothing for weight, And since they grew duller From contact with earth, Next to nothing for color. Next to nothing for use. But a crop is a crop, And who's to say where The harvest shall stop?
Robert FrostFreud was way off base in considering sex the fundamental motivation. The ruling passion in men is minding each other's business.
Robert Frost