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by Robert Frost
‘I shall laugh the worst laugh I ever laughed. He can’t understand why his wife
is extremely angry
I’m cursed. God, if I don’t believe I’m cursed.’
‘I can repeat the very words you were saying: It seems he’s talking about his But actually this means the man’s
“Three foggy mornings and one rainy day daily concerns confronting his
son’s death
sadness; he uses a metaphor to
describe however hard a human
Will rot the best birch fence a man can build.” works, he couldn’t save his child
from the divine(or natural) force
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