{"id":644,"date":"2010-09-17T00:47:52","date_gmt":"2010-09-17T00:47:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=644"},"modified":"2010-09-17T00:47:52","modified_gmt":"2010-09-17T00:47:52","slug":"a-brook-in-the-city-by-robert-frost","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/a-brook-in-the-city-by-robert-frost\/","title":{"rendered":"A BROOK IN THE CITY by Robert Frost"},"content":{"rendered":"

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A BROOK IN THE CITY<\/h2>\n

by Robert Frost<\/em><\/p>\n

The farm house lingers, though averse to square
\nWith the new city street it has to wear
\nA number in. But what about the brook
\nThat held the house as in an elbow-crook?
\nI ask as one who knew the brook, its strength
\nAnd impulse, having dipped a finger-length
\nAnd made it leap my knuckle, having tossed
\nA flower to try its currents where they crossed.
\nThe meadow grass could be cemented down
\nFrom growing under pavements of a town;
\nThe apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
\nIs water wood to serve a brook the same?
\nHow else dispose of an immortal force
\nNo longer needed? Staunch it at its source
\nWith cinder loads dumped down? The brook was thrown
\nDeep in a sewer dungeon under stone
\nIn fetid darkness still to live and run?
\nAnd all for nothing it had ever done
\nExcept forget to go in fear perhaps.
\nNo one would know except for ancient maps
\nThat such a brook ran water. But I wonder
\nIf, from its being kept forever under,
\nThese thoughts may not have risen that so keep
\nThis new-built city from both work and sleep.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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