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 Oft-Repeated Dream
She had no saying dark enoughFor the dark pine that keptForever trying the window latchOf the room where they slept.The tireless but ineffectual..
© Robert Frost
A Girl's Garden
A neighbor of mine in the village Likes to tell how one springWhen she was a girl on the farm, she did A childlike thing.One day she asked her..
© Robert Frost
The Impulse
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
Unharvested
A scent of ripeness from over a wall. And come to leave the routine roadAnd look for what had made me stall, There sure enough was an apple treeThat..
© Robert Frost
Plowmen
A plow, they say, to plow the snow.They cannot mean to plant it, no --Unless in bitterness to mockAt having cultivated rock.
© Robert Frost
Range-Finding
The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strungAnd cut a flower beside a ground bird's nestBefore it stained a single human breast.The stricken flower bent..
© Robert Frost
The Mountain
The mountain held the town as in a shadowI saw so much before I slept there once:I noticed that I missed stars in the west,Where its black body cut..
© Robert Frost
Putting In The Seed
You come to fetch me from my work to-nightWhen supper's on the table, and we'll seeIf I can leave off burying the whiteSoft petals fallen from the..
© Robert Frost
Pan With Us
PAN came out of the woods one day,—His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,The gray of the moss of walls were they,—And stood in the sun and..
© Robert Frost
The Need Of Being Versed In Country Things
The house had gone to bring again To the midnight sky a sunset glow. Now the chimney was all of the house that stood,Like a pistil after the petals..
© Robert Frost
A Star In A Stoneboat
For Lincoln MacVeaghNever tell me that not one star of allThat slip from heaven at night and softly fallHas been picked up with stones to build a..
© Robert Frost
The Line-Gang
Here come the line-gang pioneering by,They throw a forest down less cut than broken.They plant dead trees for living, and the deadThey string..
© Robert Frost
The Demiurge's Laugh
It was far in the sameness of the wood; I was running with joy on the Demon’s trail, Though I knew what I hunted was no true god. It was just as the..
© Robert Frost
The Gum-Gatherer
There overtook me and drew me inTo his down-hill, early-morning stride,And set me five miles on my roadBetter than if he had had me ride,A man with a..
© Robert Frost
In White
A dented spider like a snow drop whiteOn a white Heal-all, holding up a mothLike a white piece of lifeless satin cloth -Saw ever curious eye so..
© Robert Frost
Hyla Brook
By June our brook's run out of song and speed.Sought for much after that, it will be foundEither to have gone groping underground(And taken with it..
© Robert Frost
The Vanishing Red
He is said to have been the last Red manIn Action. And the Miller is said to have laughed--If you like to call such a sound a laugh.But he gave no..
© Robert Frost
Not To Keep
They sent him back to her. The letter cameSaying... And she could have him. And beforeShe could be sure there was no hidden illUnder the formal..
© Robert Frost
Hannibal
Was there even a cause too lost,Ever a cause that was lost too long,Or that showed with the lapse of time to vainFor the generous tears of youth and..
© Robert Frost
In Neglect
They leave us so to the way we took, As two in whom them were proved mistaken, That we sit sometimes in the wayside nook, With michievous, vagrant..
© Robert Frost
To E.T.
I slumbered with your poems on my breastSpread open as I dropped them half-read throughLike dove wings on a figure on a tombTo see, if in a dream..
© Robert Frost
The Flower Boat
The fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarnUnder the hand of the village barber,And her in the angle of house and barnHis deep-sea dory has found a..
© Robert Frost
Meeting And Passing
As I went down the hill along the wallThere was a gate I had leaned at for the viewAnd had just turned from when I first saw youAs you came up the..
© Robert Frost
They Were Welcome To Their Belief
Grief may have thought it was grief.Care may have thought it was care.They were welcome to their belief,The overimportant pair.No, it took all the..
© Robert Frost
Departmental
An ant on the tableclothRan into a dormant mothOf many times his size.He showed not the least surprise.His business wasn't with such.He gave it..
© Robert Frost