The ArmfulI lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns, Extremes too hard to comprehend at once, Yet nothing I should care to leave behind. With all I have to hold with, hand and mind And heart, if need be I will do my best To keep their building balancd at my breast. I crouch down to prevent them as they fall; Then sit down in the middle of them all. I had to drop the armful in the road and try to stack them in a better load. --Robert Frost
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