<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Now He Knows All There Is To Know. Now He Is Acquainted With The Day And Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Robert Frost, 1875-1963) </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Whose wood this is I think I know:<br>He made it sacred long ago:<br>He will expect me, far or near<br>To watch that wood immense with snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That famous horse must feel great fear<br>Now that his noble rider's no longer here:<br>He gives his harness bells to rhyme<br>--Perhaps he will be back, in time?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All woulds were promises he kept<br>Throughout the night when others slept:<br>Now that he knows all that he did not know,<br>His wood is holy, and full of snow,<br>and all the beauty he made holy long long ago<br>In Boston, London, Washington,<br>And once by the Pacific and once in Moscow:<br> and now, and now<br> upon the fabulous blue river ever <br> or singing from a great white bough</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And wherever America is, now as before,<br> and now as long, long ago<br>He sleeps and wakes forever more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;0 what a metaphysical victory<br> The first day and night of death must be!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Delmore+Schwartz">Delmore Schwartz</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366825" data-title="Now He Knows All There Is To Know. Now He Is Acquainted With The Day And Night de Delmore Schwartz" data-description="(Robert Frost, 1875-1963) Whose wood this is I think I know: He made it sacred long ago: He will expect me, far or near To watch that wood immense with snow. That famous horse must feel great fear Now that his noble rider's no longer here: He ..."></div> </div> </div>

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