A plow, they say, to plow the snow.
They cannot mean to plant it, no-
Unless in bitterness to mock
At having cultivated rock.

(C) Robert Frost
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Robert Frost

• A Servant To Servants
• The Rose Family
• Out, Out
• Blue-butterfly Day
• The Master Speed
• But Outer Space
• My Butterfly
• The Mountain
• Evening In A Sugar Orchard
• Two Look At Two
• Departmental
• Directive
• Quandary
• Snow
• A Time To Talk
• The Armful
• Carpe Diem
• Browns Descent, Or The Willy-nilly Slide
• A Girls Garden
• In White