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The Line-gang
by Robert Frost

 

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Passions in Poetry Home > All Poems > Classic Poetry > Robert Frost > 1916 Mountain Interval > The Vanishing Red The Vanishing Red
Robert Frost
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1916 Mountain Interval
The Line-gang
by Robert Frost

Here come the line-gang pioneering by.
They throw a forest down less cut than broken.
They plant dead trees for living, and the dead
They string together with a living thread.
They string an instrument against the sky
Wherein words whether beaten out or spoken
Will run as hushed as when they were a thought.
But in no hush they string it: they go past
With shouts afar to pull the cable taut,
To hold it hard until they make it fast,
To ease away-they have it. With a laugh,
An oath of towns that set the wild at naught
They bring the telephone and telegraph.

 

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