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").
An Encounter
ONCE on the kind of day called "weather breeder,"When the heat slowly hazes and the sunBy its own power seems to be undone,I was half boring through..
© Robert Frost
The Investment
Over back where they speak of life as staying('You couldn't call it living, for it ain't'),There was an old, old house renewed with paint,And in it a..
© Robert Frost
The Freedom Of The Moon
I've tried the new moon tilted in the airAbove a hazy tree-and-farmhouse clusterAs you might try a jewel in your hair.I've tried it fine with little..
© Robert Frost
Brown's Descent
Brown lived at such a lofty farmThat everyone for miles could seeHis lantern when he did his choresIn winter after half-past three.And many must have..
© Robert Frost
The Peaceful Shepherd
If heaven were to do again,And on the pasture bars,I leaned to line the figures inBetween the dotted stars,I should be tempted to forget,I fear, the..
© Robert Frost
In Equal Sacrifice
Thus of old the Douglas did: He left his land as he was bid With the royal heart of Robert the Bruce In a golden case with a golden lid, To carry the..
© Robert Frost
Atmosphere
Inscription for a Garden WallWinds blow the open grassy places bleak;But where this old wall burns a sunny cheek,They eddy over it too toppling..
© Robert Frost
A Passing Glimpse
To Ridgely TorrenceOn Last Looking into His 'Hesperides'I often see flowers from a passing carThat are gone before I can tell what they are.I want to..
© Robert Frost
The Code—heroics
There were three in the meadow by the brook, Gathering up windrows, piling haycocks up, With an eye always lifted toward the west, Where an..
© Robert Frost
The Master Speed
No speed of wind or water rushing byBut you have speed far greater. You can climbBack up a stream of radiance to the sky,And back through history up..
© Robert Frost
A Hillside Thaw
To think to know the country and now knowThe hillside on the day the sun lets goTen million silver lizards out of snow! As often as I've seen it done..
© Robert Frost
A Peck of Gold
Dust always blowing about the town,Except when sea-fog laid it down,And I was one of the children toldSome of the blowing dust was gold.All the dust..
© Robert Frost
In A Vale
When I was young, we dwelt in a vale By a misty fen that rang all night, And thus it was the maidens pale I knew so well, whose garments trail Across..
© Robert Frost
The Bonfire
OH, let’s go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire to all the brush we piled With pitchy hands..
© Robert Frost
Iota Subscript
Seek not in me the big I capital,Not yet the little dotted in me seek.If I have in me any I at all,'Tis the iota subscript of the Greek.So small am I..
© Robert Frost
Acceptance
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloudAnd goes down burning into the gulf below,No voice in nature is heard to cry aloudAt what has happened...
© Robert Frost
The Hill Wife
It was too lonely for her there,And too wild,And since there were but two of them,And no child. And work was little in the house,She was free,And..
© Robert Frost
Iris By Night
One misty evening, one another's guide, We two were groping down a Malvern side The last wet fields and dripping hedges home. There came a moment of..
© Robert Frost
What Fifty Said..
When I was young my teachers were the old.I gave up fire for form till I was cold.I suffered like a metal being cast.I went to school to age to learn..
© Robert Frost
The Axe-Helve
I've known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted axe behind me. But that was in the woods, to hold my hand From striking at another..
© Robert Frost
Blue-Butterfly Day
It is blue-butterfly day here in spring,And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurryThere is more unmixed color on the wingThan flowers will..
© Robert Frost
The Fear
A lantern light from deeper in the barnShone on a man and woman in the doorAnd threw their lurching shadows on a houseNear by, all dark in every..
© Robert Frost
The Objection To Being Stepped On
At the end of the row I stepped on the toe Of an unemployed hoe. It rose in offense And struck me a blow In the seat of my sense. It wasn't to blame..
© Robert Frost
Waiting - Afield At Dusk
What things for dream there are when spectre-like, Moving among tall haycocks lightly piled, I enter alone upon the stubble field, From which the..
© Robert Frost
The Black Cottage
We chanced in passing by that afternoonTo catch it in a sort of special pictureAmong tar-banded ancient cherry trees,Set well back from the road in..
© Robert Frost