Chapter 1
an encounter by robert frost reading by matt perrard an encounter once on the kind of day called weather breeder when the heat slowly hazes and the sun by its own power seems to be undone i was half boring through half climbing through a swamp of cedar choked with oil of cedar and scurf of plants and weary and overheated and sorry i ever left the road i knew i paused and rested on a sort of hook that had me by the coat as good as seated and since there was no other way to look looked up toward heaven and there against the blue stood over me a resurrected tree a tree that had been down and raised again a barkless spectre he had halted too as if for fear of treading upon me i saw the strange position of his hands up at his shoulders dragging yellow strands of wire with something in it from men to men where aren't you nowadays and what's the news you carry if you know and tell me where you're off for montreal me i'm not off for anywhere at all sometimes i wander out of beaten ways half looking for the orchid calypso
end of poem this recording is in the public domain
