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").
A Cliff Dwelling
There sandy seems the golden skyAnd golden seems the sandy plain.No habitation meets the eyeUnless in the horizon rim,Some halfway up the limestone..
© Robert Frost
The Silken Tent
She is as in a field a silken tentAt midday when the sunny summer breezeHas dried the dew and all its ropes relent,So that in guys it gently sways at..
© Robert Frost
Mending Wall
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,And spills the upper boulders in the sun;And makes gaps even..
© Robert Frost
"In White": Frost's Early Version Of Design
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
Bereft
Where had I heard this wind beforeChange like this to a deeper roar?What would it take my standing there for,Holding open a restive door,Looking down..
© Robert Frost
Desert Places
Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fastIn a field I looked into going past,And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,But a few weeds and..
© Robert Frost
After Apple Picking
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a treeToward heaven still.And there's a barrel that I didn't fillBeside it, and there may be two or..
© Robert Frost
A Boundless Moment
He halted in the wind, and - what was thatFar in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?He stood there bringing March against his thought,And yet too..
© Robert Frost
Asking For Roses
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,With doors that none but the wind ever closes,Its floor all littered with glass and with..
© Robert Frost
A Brook In The City
The farmhouse lingers, though averse to squareWith the new city street it has to wearA number in. But what about the brookThat held the house as in..
© Robert Frost
Birches
When I see birches bend to left and rightAcross the lines of straighter darker trees,I like to think some boy's been swinging them.But swinging..
© Robert Frost
A Patch Of Old Snow
There's a patch of old snow in a cornerThat I should have guessedWas a blow-away paper the rainHad brought to rest.It is speckled with grime as..
© Robert Frost
A Time To Talk
When a friend calls to me from the roadAnd slows his horse to a meaning walk,I don't stand still and look aroundOn all the hills I haven't hoed,And..
© Robert Frost
The Rose Family
The rose is a rose,And was always a rose.But the theory now goesThat the apple's a rose,And the pear is, and so'sThe plum, I suppose.The dear only..
© Robert Frost
A Prayer In Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;And give us not to think so far awayAs the uncertain harvest; keep us hereAll simply in the springing of..
© Robert Frost
A Soldier
He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.If we who sight..
© Robert Frost
A Minor Bird
I have wished a bird would fly away,And not sing by my house all day;Have clapped my hands at him from the doorWhen it seemed as if I could bear no..
© Robert Frost
A Late Walk
When I go up through the mowing field,The headless aftermath,Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,Half closes the garden path.And when I come..
© Robert Frost
A Question
A voice said, Look me in the starsAnd tell me truly, men of earth,If all the soul-and-body scarsWere not too much to pay for birth.
© Robert Frost
Acquainted With The Night
I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light.I have looked down..
© Robert Frost
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf's a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf,So Eden sank to..
© Robert Frost
Fire And Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I've tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I..
© Robert Frost
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village, though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My..
© Robert Frost
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where..
© Robert Frost
A Brave And Startling Truth
We, this people, on a small and lonely planetTraveling through casual spacePast aloof stars, across the way of indifferent sunsTo a destination where..
© Maya Angelou