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 wood-pile
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day,I paused and said, "I will turn back from here.No, I will go on farther -- and we shall see."The hard..
© Robert Frost
Provide, Provide
The witch that came (the withered hag)To wash the steps with pail and ragWas once the beauty Abishag,The picture pride of Hollywood.Too many fall..
© Robert Frost
Fragmentary Blue
Why make so much of fragmentary blueIn here and there a bird, or butterfly,Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,When heaven presents in sheets..
© Robert Frost
The death of the hired man
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the tableWaiting for Warren. When she heard his step,She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passageTo meet him in..
© Robert Frost
Rose Pogonias
A saturated meadow,Sun-shaped and jewel-small,A circle scarcely widerThan the trees around were tall;Where winds were quite excluded,And the air was..
© 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
The Telephone
'When I was just as far as I could walk From here today, There was an hour All still When leaning with my head again a flower I heard you talk. Don't..
© Robert Frost
In A Disused Graveyard
The living come with grassy treadTo read the gravestones on the hill;The graveyard draws the living still,But never anymore the dead.The verses in it..
© Robert Frost
The Soldier
He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled, That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust, But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust. If we who..
© Robert Frost
Leaves Compared With Flowers
A tree's leaves may be ever so good,So may its bar, so may its wood;But unless you put the right thing to its rootIt never will show much flower or..
© Robert Frost
My Butterfly
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frighted thee so oft, is fled or dead: Save only me (Nor is it sad to..
© Robert Frost
God's Garden
God made a beatous gardenWith lovely flowers strown,But one straight, narrow pathwayThat was not overgrown.And to this beauteous gardenHe brought..
© Robert Frost
The Aim Was Song
Before man to blow to rightThe wind once blew itself untaught,And did its loudest day and nightIn any rough place where it caught. Man came to tell..
© Robert Frost
Flower-Gathering
I left you in the morning, And in the morning glow, You walked a way beside me To make me sad to go. Do you know me in the gloaming, Gaunt and dusty..
© Robert Frost
The Lockless Door
It went many years,But at last came a knock,And I thought of the doorWith no lock to lock.I blew out the light,I tip-toed the floor,And raised both..
© Robert Frost
Into My Own
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,But stretched..
© Robert Frost
Two Look At Two
Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not much further up. They must have halted..
© Robert Frost
Mowing
There was never a sound beside the wood but one,And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.What was it it whispered? I knew not well..
© Robert Frost
Never Again Would Bird's Song Be The Same
He would declare and could himself believeThat the birds there in all the garden roundFrom having heard the daylong voice of EveHad added to their..
© Robert Frost
The Pasture
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;I'll only stop to rake the leaves away(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):I shan't be gone long. ..
© Robert Frost
Revelation
We make ourselves a place apartBehind light words that tease and flout,But oh, the agitated heartTill someone find us really out.'Tis pity if the..
© Robert Frost
The Gift Outright
The land was ours before we were the land's.She was our land more than a hundred yearsBefore we were her people. She was oursIn Massachusetts, in..
© Robert Frost
Spring Pools
These pools that, though in forests, still reflectThe total sky almost without defect,And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,Will like..
© Robert Frost
Now Close The Windows
Now close the windows and hush all the fields:If the trees must, let them silently toss; No bird is singing now, and if there is,Be it my loss.It..
© Robert Frost
The Tuft Of Flowers
I went to turn the grass once after oneWho mowed it in the dew before the sun.The dew was gone that made his blade so keenBefore I came to view the..
© Robert Frost