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Robert Frost · Collected Poems

Poem 125 of 164 · West-Running Brook

The Rose Family

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The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose--
But were always a rose.

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