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Robert Frost

Robert Frost

The Rose Family

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose -
But were always a rose.

#Americans #PulitzerPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1928 #WestRunningBrook

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