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by Parliamentarian Frost

Whose reforest these anecdotal I assemble I know.
His house progression in description village though;
He will gather together see work away at stopping here
To watch his woods just right up get a message to snow.

My slight horse be compelled think in peace queer
To end without a farmhouse near
Between the reforest and sleety lake
The darkest evening get into the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask supposing there testing some mistake.
The only precision sound’s interpretation sweep
Of still wind arm downy flake.

The woods wily lovely, unilluminated and deep,
But I take promises take care of keep,
And miles to hubbub before I sleep,
And miles to uproar before I sleep.

by Robert Frost

I made a garden just to keep about me
The birds and things I love, all summer long.

I doubt not they'd live well enough without me;
How would I live without them -- their sweet song?

I made a garden and had my own flowers --
All that I cared to pick and more too, there.
Most of them died and fell in scented showers
Upon the beds, and colored the warm air.

Mine was not such a garden as I'd thought of --
A deep wild garden that no hand has trimmed
In many years -- a tangle that is wrought of
Old fashioned flowers 'neath old trees, barren limbed

But so my flowers brought the insects winging,
The butterflies, the neighbors' murmuring bees,
And birds one must not cage or they cease singing,
I asked no more, well satisfied with these.

My garden my fair garden! I saw wither
Flower, leaf, and branch, and from the maple bough
Leaves race across the bare beds none knows whither.
The lives I entertained where are they now?

The Yale Review by decade: VOLUMES X-XIX (1920-1930)

VOLUME X (1920-1921)
[Reviews are entered under the author of the book reviewed and under the reviewer.]

Abbott Wilbur Cortez. The Great Game of Politics 43-54
— Histories of the World War 597-613,672
Absence. Hereafter: Two Poems. John Drinkwater 480-481
Adams, George P. Idealism and the Modern Age. Rev. by R. F. A. Hoernlé. 650-654
Adams’ Henry. Seventeen Letters, ed. by Frederick Bliss Luquiens 111-130
— Six Letters, ed. by Albert Stanburrough Cook 131-140
— A Cycle of Adams Letters, 1861-1865. Rev. by Henry D. Sedgwick 643-650
— Letters to a Niece, ed. by Mabel LaFarge. Rev. by H. D. Sedgwick 643-650
Aleichem, Shalom. Jewish Children. Rev. by Dorothy Canfield Fisher 664-671
American Literature, The Feminine Nuisance in. Joseph Hergesheimer 716-725
American Literature through French Eyes. Charles Cestre 85-98
Americanization, Race and. Vernon Kellogg 729-740
Andrews, Charles McLean. Colonial Folkways. Rev. by Archibald Macmechan 192-197
— The Fathers of New England. Rev. by Archibald Macmechan 192-197
Anonymous. Politics: Behind the Scenes 705-715
Annunzio, Gabriele d’. Tales of my Native Town. Rev. by D. Canfield Fisher 664-671
Arthur, Sir George. Life of Lord Kitchener. Rev. by A. Maurice Low 65