Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space. Its contemplation makes us out as small As a brief epidemic of microbes.


Complete Poems of Robert Frost, The Lesson for Today, Henry Holt & Company. 1949


Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space. Its contemplation makes us out as small As a brief epidemic of microbes.

Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space. Its contemplation makes us out as small As a brief epidemic of microbes.

Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space. Its contemplation makes us out as small As a brief epidemic of microbes.

Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space. Its contemplation makes us out as small As a brief epidemic of microbes.