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").
Storm Fear
When the wind works against us in the dark, And pelts with snow The lowest chamber window on the east, And whispers with a sort of stifled bark, The..
© Robert Frost
Spoils Of The Dead
Two fairies it was On a still summer day Came forth in the woods With the flowers to play. The flowers they plucked They cast on the ground For..
© Robert Frost
The Trial By Existence
EVEN the bravest that are slainShall not dissemble their surpriseOn waking to find valor reign,Even as on earth, in paradise; And where they sought..
© Robert Frost
The Exposed Nest
You were forever finding some new play.So when I saw you down on hands and kneesI the meadow, busy with the new-cut hay,Trying, I thought, to set it..
© Robert Frost
The Vantage Point
If tires of trees I seek again mankind, Well I know where to hie me--in the dawn, To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn. There amid loggin..
© Robert Frost
The Oven Bird
There is a singer eveyone has heard,Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.He says that leaves are old..
© Robert Frost
The Cow In Apple-Time
Something inspires the only cow of lateTo make no more of a wall than an open gate,And think no more of wall-builders than fools.Her face is flecked..
© Robert Frost
The Bear
The bear puts both arms around the tree above herAnd draws it down as if it were a loverAnd its chokecherries lips to kiss good-by,Then lets it snap..
© Robert Frost
Christmas Trees
The city had withdrawn into itselfAnd left at last the country to the country; When between whirls of snow not come to lieAnd whirls of foliage not..
© Robert Frost
In Hardwood Groves
The same leaves over and over again! They fall from giving shade aboveTo make one texture of faded brownAnd fit the earth like a leather glove.Before..
© Robert Frost
The Span Of Life
The old dog barks backwards without getting up.I can remember when he was a pup.Anonymous submission.
© Robert Frost
For Once, Then, Something
Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbsAlways wrong to the light, so never seeingDeeper down in the well than where the waterGives me back..
© Robert Frost
In a poem
The sentencing goes blithely on its wayAnd takes the playfully objected rhymeAs surely as it takes the stroke and timeIn having its undeviable say.
© Robert Frost
Wind And Window Flower
Lovers, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. When the frosty window veil Was melted down at..
© Robert Frost
Canis Major
The great OverdogThat heavenly beastWith a star in one eyeGives a leap in the east.He dances uprightAll the way to the westAnd never once dropsOn his..
© Robert Frost
To Earthward
Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things, The flow of ..
© Robert Frost
Quandary
Never have I been glad or sadThat there was such a thing as bad.There had to be, I understood, For there to have been any good. It was by having been..
© Robert Frost
The Armful
For every parcel I stoop down to seizeI lose some other off my arms and knees,And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns --Extremes too hard to..
© Robert Frost
Love And A Question
A stranger came to the door at eve,And he spoke the bridegroom fair.He bore a green-white stick in his hand,And, for all burden, care.He asked with..
© Robert Frost
Reluctance
Out through the fields and the woodsAnd over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of viewAnd looked at the world, and descended; I have..
© Robert Frost
The Star Splitter
You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his hands, he looks in on me Busy outdoors by..
© Robert Frost
To The Thawing Wind
Come with rain. O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; Make the settled snowbank steam; Find the..
© Robert Frost
The sound of trees
I wonder about the trees.Why do we wish to bearForever the noise of theseMore than another noiseSo close to our dwelling place?We suffer them by the..
© Robert Frost
My november guest
My Sorrow, when she's here with me,Thinks these dark days of autumn rainAre beautiful as days can be;She loves the bare, the withered tree;She walks..
© Robert Frost
Blueberries
'You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day: Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb, Real..
© Robert Frost