When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,
The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.
Robert Frost, from “To Earthward” (via senseofchampagnechic)
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