Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. – Robert Frost
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and Ill forgive Thy great big joke on me. – Robert Frost

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. – Robert Frost
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and Ill forgive Thy great big joke on me. – Robert Frost
What is this talked-of mystery of birth but being mounted bareback on the earth? – Robert Frost