Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
New Hampshire
I met a lady from the South who said(You won't believe she said it, but she said it):'None of my family ever worked, or hadA thing to sell.' I don't..
© Robert Frost
The Pauper Witch of Grafton
NOW that they've got it settled whose I be,I'm going to tell them something they won't like:They've got it settled wrong, and I can prove..
© Robert Frost
The Generations of Men
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come together. And those of the..
© Robert Frost
Riders
The surest thing there is is we are riders,And though none too successful at it, guiders,Through everything presented, land and tideAnd now the very..
© Robert Frost
I Will Sing You One-O
It was long I layAwake that nightWishing that nightWould name the hourAnd tell me whetherTo call it day(Though not yet light)And give up sleep.The..
© Robert Frost
The Witch of Coos
I staid the night for shelter at a farmBehind the mountains, with a mother and son,Two old-believers. They did all the talking.MOTHER Folks think a..
© Robert Frost
The Kitchen Chimney
Builder, in building the little house,In every way you may please yourself;But please please me in the kitchen chimney:Don't build me a chimney upon..
© Robert Frost
On a Tree Fallen Across the Road
(To hear us talk)The tree the tempest with a crash of woodThrows down in front of us is not barOur passage to our journey's end for good,But just to..
© Robert Frost
Wild Grapes
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch?It's all you know the grape, or know the birch.As a girl..
© Robert Frost
The Egg and the Machine
He gave the solid rail a hateful kick.From far away there came an answering tickAnd then another tick. He knew the code:His hate had roused an engine..
© Robert Frost
A Winter Eden
A winter garden in an alder swamp,Where conies now come out to sun and romp,As near a paradise as it can beAnd not melt snow or start a dormant..
© Robert Frost
The Housekeeper
I let myself in at the kitchen door.'It's you,' she said. 'I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering your knock. I can no more Let people in than I..
© Robert Frost
An Empty Threat
I stay;But it isn't as ifThere wasn't always Hudson's BayAnd the fur trade,A small skiffAnd a paddle blade.I can just see my tent pegged,And me on..
© Robert Frost
Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight
When I spread out my hand here today,I catch no more than a rayTo feel of between thumb and fingers;No lasting effect of it lingers.There was one..
© Robert Frost
Snow
The three stood listening to a fresh accessOf wind that caught against the house a moment,Gulped snow, and then blew free again-the ColesDressed, but..
© Robert Frost
In The Home Stretch
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and lookedOver the sink out through a dusty windowAt weeds the water from the sink made tall.She wore her cape;..
© Robert Frost
Locked Out
As told to a childWhen we locked up the house at night,We always locked the flowers outsideAnd cut them off from window light.The time I dreamed the..
© Robert Frost
A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey's Ears, and Some Books
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountainIn Dalton that would someday make his fortune.There'd been some Boston people out to see it:And experts said..
© Robert Frost
Misgiving
All crying, 'We will go with you, O Wind!'The foliage follow him, leaf and stem;But a sleep oppresses them as they go,And they end by bidding them as..
© Robert Frost
Directive
Back out of all this now too much for us,Back in a time made simple by the lossOf detail, burned, dissolved, and broken offLike graveyard marble..
© Robert Frost
The Flood
Blood has been harder to dam back than water.Just when we think we have it impounded safeBehind new barrier walls (and let it chafe!),It breaks away..
© Robert Frost
Sand Dunes
Sea waves are green and wet,But up from where they die,Rise others vaster yet,And those are brown and dry.They are the sea made landTo come at the..
© Robert Frost
Pea Brush
I WALKED down alone Sunday after churchTo the place where John has been cutting treesTo see for myself about the birchHe said I could have to bush my..
© Robert Frost
Good Hours
I had for my winter evening walk- No one at all with whom to talk,But I had the cottages in a rowUp to their shining eyes in snow.And I thought I had..
© Robert Frost
Place For A Third
Nothing to say to all those marriages! She had made three herself to three of his. The score was even for them, three to three. But come to die she..
© Robert Frost