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The Armful. For every parcel I stoop down to seize. I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns, Extremes too hard to comprehend at. once. Yet nothing I should care to leave behind. With all I have to hold with hand and mind. And heart, if need be, I will do my best. To keep their building balanced at my breast. I crouch down to prevent them as they fall; Then sit down in the middle of them all. I had to drop the armful in the road. And try to stack them in a better load.

Robert Frost