When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.And when I come to the garden ground,The whir of sober birdsUp from the tangle of withered weedsIs sadder than any words
A tree beside the wall stands bare,But a leaf that lingered brown,Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,Comes softly rattling down.
I end not far from my going forthBy picking the faded blueOf the last remaining aster flowerTo carry again to you. — Robert Frost
BINABASA MO ANG
As I Lay Dying [SOON TO BE PUBLISHED]
Teen FictionGinamit lang siya ni Katherine para may taga-gawa ng mga projects niya at mga assignments sa school dahil alam ng dalaga na sobra siyang mahal ni Nathan. But as they always say, lahat may hangganan. Sa pagku-krus muli ng kanilang mga landas, mababal...