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The Aim Was Song

Before man to blow to

The wind once blew itself untaught,

And did its loudest day and

In any rough place where it caught.

Man came to tell it what was wrong:

It hadn't found the place to blow;

It blew too hard - the aim was song.

And listen - how it ought to go!

He took a little in his mouth,

And held it long enough for

To be converted into south,

And then by measure blew it forth.

By measure.

It was word and note,

The wind the wind had meant to be -A little through the lips and throat.

The aim was song - the wind could see.

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Robert Frost

Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) was an American poet. His work was initially published in England before it was published i…
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