Poesía En Ingles

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters isanother thing: 5 
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,No one has seen them made or heard them made, 10 
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wallbetween us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go. 15 
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make thembalance:
“Stay where you are until our backs are turned!”
We wear our fingers rough with handling them. 20 
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where itis we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across 25 
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, “Good fences make goodneighbors.”
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
“Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it 30 
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before Ibuilt a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, 35 
That wants it down.” I could say “Elves”to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there,
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top 
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed. 40 
He movesin darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make...