There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten--
If I ever read it.
Even in such a short poem, Frost does an incredible job of using figurative language, not only to describe the patch of snow, but also to make it into a metaphor of a newspaper. The poem ends on a sad note as Frost mentions things he's forgotten.
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