...spare him. She talks on and on in a torrent of words : "I can repeat the very words you were saving. 'Three foggy mornings and one rainy day Will rot the...build.' Think of it, talk like that at such a time I What had how long it takes a birch to rot To do with what was in the darkened parlour." He holds...

...lightly And roll back down the mound beside the hole. I thought, who is that man ? I didn't know you. 139 And I crept down the stairs and up the stairs To look...What had how long it takes a birch to rot To do with that was in the darkened parlour. You couldn't care ! The nearest friends can go With anyone to death,...

...don't believe I'm cursed." The woman does not spare him. She talks on and on in a torrent of words: "I can repeat the very words you were saying. 'Three...build.' Think of it, talk like that at such a time 1 What had how long it takes a birch to rot To do with what was in the darkened parlour." He holds...

...land so lightly And roll back down tho mound beside the hole. Ill I thought, who is that man? I don't know you. And I crept down the stairs and up the stairs...What had how long it takes a birch to rot To do with that was in the darkened parlour. You couldn't care! The nearest friends can go With anyone to death,...

...the stains on your shoes Of the fresh earth from your own baby's grave And talk about your evervday concerns. You had stood the spade up against the wall...What had how long it takes a birch to rot To do with that was in the darkened parlour. You couldn't care ! The nearest friends can go With anyone to death,...

..."I shall laugh the worst laugh I ever laughed. I'm cursed. God, if I don't believe I'm cursed." 90 "I can repeat the very words you were saying: 'Three...a time! What had how long it takes a birch to rot 95 To do with what was in the darkened parlor? You couldn't care! The nearest friends can go With anyone...

...returned with the grave dirt clinging to his shoes and remarked to the neighbors gathered in the kitchen: "Three foggy mornings and one rainy day will rot the best birch fence a man can build." How utterly unfeeling, the woman thought. The bereaved mother has her own grim philosophy about death:...

...ridiculed in poems like "The Bear"); people have only minimal control over what happens. Acceptance is all. "Three foggy mornings and one rainy day/ Will rot the best birch fence a man can build," says the father of the dead infant, much as the narrator at the end of "Out, Out — ," having witnessed...

...before I thought of being a farmer, I had read most of Robert Frost, and could quote from 'Home Burial': Three foggy mornings and one rainy day Will rot the best birch fence a man can build. It's not even much of an exaggeration. Sixteen years ago I blundered into fence building when I acquired...

...Cass?" Cass nodded. Mr. Ulseth put his arm around the boy's shoulder. "Remember Robert Frost's poem? Three foggy mornings and one rainy day will rot the best birch fence a man can build/ Frost knew what he was talking about. Maybe he pulled a tree down on his head sometime." Cass's feelings...