“Dust of Snow”
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by Robert Frost The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued
Poetry saved Western civilization in the Dark Ages. In the coming dark time, may poems save us again..