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Robert Frost

Robert Frost

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

#Americans #PulitzerPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1923 #NewHampshire

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