Robert Frost Poems
- 51. They Were Welcome To Their Belief
Grief may have thought it was grief.
Care may have thought it was care.They were welcome to their belief,
- 52. 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.”
- 53. The Vantage Point
If tires of trees I seek again mankind,
Well I know where to hie me-in the dawn, To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn.
- 54. The Vanishing Red
He is said to have been the last Red man
In Acton. And the Miller is said to have laughed-If you like to call such a sound a laugh.
- 55. The Tuft Of Flowers
I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.
- 56. The Trial By Existence
Even the bravest that are slain
Shall not dissemble their surpriseOn waking to find valor reign,
- 57. The Telephone
‘When I was just as far as I could walk
From here today,There was an hour
- 58. The Star Splitter
‘You know Orion always comes up sideways.
Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains,And rising on his hands, he looks in on me
- 59. The Span Of Life
The old dog barks backwards without getting up.
I can remember when he was a pup.
- 60. The Sound Of The Trees
I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bearForever the noise of these
- 61. 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.
- 62. The Silken Tent
She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when the sunny summer breezeHas dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
- 63. The Self-seeker
“Willis, I didn't want you here to-day:
The lawyer's coming for the company.I'm going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet.
- 64. The Rose Family
The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.But the theory now goes
- 65. The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stood
- 66. 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):
- 67. The Oven Bird
There is a singer eveyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.
- 68. The Need Of Being Versed In Country Things
The house had gone to bring again
To the midnight sky a sunset glow.Now the chimney was all of the house that stood,
- 69. The Mountain
The mountain held the town as in a shadow
I saw so much before I slept there once:I noticed that I missed stars in the west,
- 70. The Lockless Door
It went many years,
But at last came a knock,And I thought of the door
- 71. The Line-gang
Here come the line-gang pioneering by,
They throw a forest down less cut than broken.They plant dead trees for living, and the dead
- 72. The Housekeeper
I let myself in at the kitchen door.
“It's you,” she said. “I can't get up. Forgive meNot answering your knock. I can no more
- 73. The Hill Wife
- 74. The Gum-gatherer
There overtook me and drew me in
To his down-hill, early-morning stride,And set me five miles on my road
- 75. The Generations Of Men
A governor it was proclaimed this time,
When all who would come seeking in New HampshireAncestral memories might come together.
- 76. The Flower Boat
The fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarn
Under the hand of the village barber,And her in the angle of house and barn
- 77. The Fear
A lantern light from deeper in the barn
Shone on a man and woman in the doorAnd threw their lurching shadows on a house
- 78. The Exposed Nest
You were forever finding some new play.
So when I saw you down on hands and kneesI the meadow, busy with the new-cut hay,
- 79. The Demiurge’s Laugh
It was far in the sameness of the wood;
I was running with joy on the Demon's trail,Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.
- 80. The Death Of The Hired Man
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table
Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step,She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage
- 81. The Cow In Apple Time
Something inspires the only cow of late
To make no more of a wall than an open gate,And think no more of wall-builders than fools.
- 82. The Code
There were three in the meadow by the brook
Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay,With an eye always lifted toward the west
- 83. The Bonfire
“Oh, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves,
As reckless as the best of them to-night,By setting fire to all the brush we piled
- 84. The Black Cottage
We chanced in passing by that afternoon
To catch it in a sort of special pictureAmong tar-banded ancient cherry trees,
- 85. The Bear
The bear puts both arms around the tree above her
And draws it down as if it were a loverAnd its chokecherries lips to kiss good-by,
- 86. The Armful
For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns-
- 87. The Aim Was Song
Before man came to blow it right
The wind once blew itself untaught,And did its loudest day and night
- 88. Storm Fear
When the wind works against us in the dark,
And pelts with snow The lowest chamber window on the east,
- 89. 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 here
- 90. Stars
How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
- 91. Spring Pools
These pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,
- 92. Spoils Of The Dead
Two fairies it was
On a still summer dayCame forth in the woods
- 93. Snow
The three stood listening to a fresh access
Of wind that caught against the house a moment,Gulped snow, and then blew free again-the Coles
- 94. Rose Pogonias
A saturated meadow,
Sun-shaped and jewel-small,A circle scarcely wider
- 95. Revelation
We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,But oh, the agitated heart
- 96. Reluctance
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;I have climbed the hills of view
- 97. Range-finding
The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung
And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nestBefore it stained a single human breast.
- 98. Putting In The Seed
You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When supper's on the table, and we'll seeIf I can leave off burying the white
- 99. Provide, Provide
The witch that came (the withered hag)
To wash the steps with pail and rag,Was once the beauty Abishag,
- 100. Plowmen
A plow, they say, to plow the snow.
They cannot mean to plant it, no-Unless in bitterness to mock
Total 173 poems written by Robert Frost
Poem of the day
by Charles Hamilton Sorley
There where the rusty iron lies,
The rooks are cawing all the day.
Perhaps no man, until he dies,
Will understand them, what they say.
The evening makes the sky like clay.
The slow wind waits for night to rise.
The world is half content. But they
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