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").
Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter
The west was getting out of gold,The breath of air had died of cold,When shoeing home across the white,I thought I saw a bird alight.In summer when I..
© Robert Frost
Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter
The west was getting out of gold,The breath of air had died of cold,When shoeing home across the white,I thought I saw a bird alight.In summer when I..
© Robert Frost
The Birthplace
Here further up the mountain slopeThan there was every any hope,My father built, enclosed a spring,Strung chains of wall round everything,Subdued the..
© Robert Frost
Paul's Wife
To drive Paul out of any lumber campAll that was needed was to say to him,'How is the wife, Paul?'- and he'd disappear.Some said it was because be..
© Robert Frost
Maple
Her teacher's certainty it must be MabelMade Maple first take notice of her name.She asked her father and he told her, 'Maple—Maple is right.''But..
© Robert Frost
Immigrants
No ship of all that under sail or steamHave gathered people to us more and moreBut Pilgrim-manned the Mayflower in a dreamHas been her anxious convoy..
© Robert Frost
The Last Word of a Blue Bird
As told to a childAs I went out a CrowIn a low voice said, 'Oh,I was looking for you.How do you do?I just came to tell youTo tell Lesley (will..
© Robert Frost
The Onset
ALWAYS the same, when on a fated nightAt last the gathered snow lets down as whiteAs may be in dark woods, and with a songIt shall not make again all..
© Robert Frost
Lodged
The rain to the wind said,'You push and I'll pelt.'They so smote the garden bedThat the flowers actually knelt,And lay lodged - though not dead.I..
© Robert Frost
The Runaway
Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall,We stopped by a mountain pasture to say 'Whose colt?'A little Morgan had one forefoot on the..
© Robert Frost
Dust in the Eyes
If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyesWill keep my talk from getting overwise,I'm not the one for putting off the proof.Let it be overwhelming..
© Robert Frost
The Door In The Dark
In going from room to room in the dark,I reached out blindly to save my face,But neglected, however lightly, to laceMy fingers and close my arms in..
© Robert Frost
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