Explore "The Line-Gang" by Robert Frost on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Here come the line-gang pioneering by.
They throw a forest down less cut than broken.
They plant dead trees for living, and the dead / They string together with a living thread.
They string an instrument against the sky / Wherein words whether beaten out or spoken / Will run as hushed as when they were a thought.
But in no hush they string it: they go past / With shouts afar to pull the cable taut, / To hold it hard until they make it fast, / To ease away––they have it. With a laugh, / An oath of towns that set the wild at naught / They bring the telephone and telegraph.