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").
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
October
O hushed October morning mild,Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,Should waste them all.The crows above the forest..
© Robert Frost
Home Burial
He saw her from the bottom of the stairsBefore she saw him. She was starting down,Looking back over her shoulder at some fear.She took a doubtful..
© Robert Frost
Going For Water
The well was dry beside the door,And so we went with pail and canAcross the fields behind the houseTo seek the brook if still it ran;Not loth to have..
© 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
Once By The Pacific
The shattered water made a misty din.Great waves looked over others coming in,And thought of doing something to the shoreThat water never did to land..
© Robert Frost
Stars
How countlessly they congregateO'er our tumultuous snow,Which flows in shapes as tall as treesWhen wintry winds do blow!--As if with keenness for our..
© Robert Frost
Gathering Leaves
Spades take up leavesNo better than spoons,And bags full of leavesAre light as balloons.I make a great noiseOf rustling all dayLike rabbit and..
© Robert Frost
Bond And Free
Love has earth to which she clingsWith hills and circling arms about-Wall within wall to shut fear out.But Thought has need of no such things,For..
© Robert Frost
Carpe Diem
Age saw two quiet childrenGo loving by at twilight,He knew not whether homeward,Or outward from the village,Or (chimes were ringing) churchward,He..
© Robert Frost
Out, Out
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yardAnd made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across..
© Robert Frost
Ghost House
I dwell in a lonely house I knowThat vanished many a summer ago,And left no trace but the cellar walls,And a cellar in which the daylight falls,And..
© Robert Frost
Evening In A Sugar Orchard
From where I lingered in a lull in Marchoutside the sugar-house one night for choice,I called the fireman with a careful voiceAnd bade him leave the..
© Robert Frost
Carpe Diem
Age saw two quiet childrenGo loving by at twilight,He knew not whether homeward,Or outward from the village,Or (chimes were ringing) churchward,He..
© Robert Frost
But Outer Space
But outer Space,At least this far,For all the fussOf the populaceStays more popularThan populous
© Robert Frost
Design
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,On a white heal-all, holding up a mothLike a white piece of rigid satin cloth --Assorted characters of death..
© Robert Frost
A Dream Pang
I had withdrawn in forest, and my songWas swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;And to the forest edge you came one day(This was my dream) and..
© Robert Frost
Devotion
The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to ocean -Holding the curve of one position,Counting an endless repetition.
© Robert Frost