Robert Frost

A governor it was proclaimed this time,When all who would come seeking in New HampshireAncestral memories might come together.And those of the name Stark gathered in Bow,A rock-strewn town where farming has fallen off,And sprout-lands flourish where the axe has gone.Someone had literally run to earthIn an old cellar hole in a by-roadThe origin of…

NOW that they’ve got it settled whose I be,I’m going to tell them something they won’t like:They’ve got it settled wrong, and I can prove it.Flattered I must be to have two towns fightingTo make a present of me to each other.They don’t dispose me, either one of them,To spare them any trouble. Double trouble’sAlways…