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").
The Most Of It
He thought he kept the universe alone;For all the voice in answer he could wakeWas but the mocking echo of his ownFrom some tree-hidden cliff across..
© Robert Frost
The Times Table
More than halfway up the passWas a spring with a broken drinking glass,And whether the farmer drank or notHis mare was sure to observe the spotBy..
© Robert Frost
The Last Mowing
There's a place called Far-away MeadowWe never shall mow in again,Or such is the talk at the farmhouse:The meadow is finished with men.Then now is..
© Robert Frost
Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter
The west was getting out of gold,The breath of air had died of cold,When shoeing home across the white,I thought I saw a bird alight.In summer when I..
© Robert Frost
The Birthplace
Here further up the mountain slopeThan there was every any hope,My father built, enclosed a spring,Strung chains of wall round everything,Subdued the..
© Robert Frost
Paul's Wife
To drive Paul out of any lumber campAll that was needed was to say to him,'How is the wife, Paul?'- and he'd disappear.Some said it was because be..
© 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
The Most Of It
He thought he kept the universe alone;For all the voice in answer he could wakeWas but the mocking echo of his ownFrom some tree-hidden cliff across..
© Robert Frost
The Times Table
More than halfway up the passWas a spring with a broken drinking glass,And whether the farmer drank or notHis mare was sure to observe the spotBy..
© Robert Frost
The Last Mowing
There's a place called Far-away MeadowWe never shall mow in again,Or such is the talk at the farmhouse:The meadow is finished with men.Then now is..
© Robert Frost
Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter
The west was getting out of gold,The breath of air had died of cold,When shoeing home across the white,I thought I saw a bird alight.In summer when I..
© Robert Frost
Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter
The west was getting out of gold,The breath of air had died of cold,When shoeing home across the white,I thought I saw a bird alight.In summer when I..
© Robert Frost
The Birthplace
Here further up the mountain slopeThan there was every any hope,My father built, enclosed a spring,Strung chains of wall round everything,Subdued the..
© Robert Frost
Paul's Wife
To drive Paul out of any lumber campAll that was needed was to say to him,'How is the wife, Paul?'- and he'd disappear.Some said it was because be..
© Robert Frost
Maple
Her teacher's certainty it must be MabelMade Maple first take notice of her name.She asked her father and he told her, 'Maple—Maple is right.''But..
© Robert Frost
Immigrants
No ship of all that under sail or steamHave gathered people to us more and moreBut Pilgrim-manned the Mayflower in a dreamHas been her anxious convoy..
© Robert Frost
The Last Word of a Blue Bird
As told to a childAs I went out a CrowIn a low voice said, 'Oh,I was looking for you.How do you do?I just came to tell youTo tell Lesley (will..
© Robert Frost
The Onset
ALWAYS the same, when on a fated nightAt last the gathered snow lets down as whiteAs may be in dark woods, and with a songIt shall not make again all..
© Robert Frost
Lodged
The rain to the wind said,'You push and I'll pelt.'They so smote the garden bedThat the flowers actually knelt,And lay lodged - though not dead.I..
© Robert Frost
The Runaway
Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall,We stopped by a mountain pasture to say 'Whose colt?'A little Morgan had one forefoot on the..
© Robert Frost
Dust in the Eyes
If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyesWill keep my talk from getting overwise,I'm not the one for putting off the proof.Let it be overwhelming..
© Robert Frost
The Door In The Dark
In going from room to room in the dark,I reached out blindly to save my face,But neglected, however lightly, to laceMy fingers and close my arms in..
© Robert Frost