If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes
Will keep my talk from getting overwise,
I’m not the one for putting off the proof.
Let it be overwhelming, off a roof
And round a corner, blizzard snow for dust,
And blind me to a standstill if it must.
this poem is preety goody emotional and nice i love robert frost
Some try to put dust into poet’s eyes. But the poet pays least attention to those attempts, and is confident enough to face even a thunder storm of dust.