Robert Frost Poems

  • 101.  
    I walked down alone Sunday after church
    To the place where John has been cutting treesTo see for myself about the birch
  • 102.  
    Pan came out of the woods one day,-
    His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,The gray of the moss of walls were they,-
  • 103.  
    The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
    And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
  • 104.  
    Not only sands and gravels
    Were once more on their travels,But gulping muddy gallons
  • 105.  
    The shattered water made a misty din.
    Great waves looked over others coming in,And thought of doing something to the shore
  • 106.  
    You'll wait a long, long time for anything much
    To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloudAnd the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves.
  • 107.  
    (To hear us talk)

  • 108.  
    O hushed October morning mild,
    Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
  • 109.  
    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,
  • 110.  
    Nature's first green is gold,
    Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf's a flower;
  • 111.  
    They sent him back to her. The letter came
    Saying… And she could have him. And beforeShe could be sure there was no hidden ill
  • 112.  
    He would declare and could himself believe
    That the birds there in all the garden roundFrom having heard the daylong voice of Eve
  • 113.  
    The people along the sand
    All turn and look one way.They turn their back on the land.
  • 114.  
    My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
    Thinks these dark days of autumn rainAre beautiful as days can be;
  • 115.  
    Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too,
    And the daft sun-assaulter, heThat frightened thee so oft, is fled or dead:
  • 116.  
    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 myself;
  • 117.  
    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;
  • 118.  
    As I went down the hill along the wall
    There was a gate I had leaned at for the viewAnd had just turned from when I first saw you
  • 119.  
    A stranger came to the door at eve,
    And he spoke the bridegroom fair.He bore a green-white stick in his hand,
  • 120.  
    A tree's leaves may be ever so good,
    So may its bar, so may its wood;But unless you put the right thing to its root
  • 121.  
    One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
    So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
  • 122.  
    A dented spider like a snow drop white
    On a white Heal-all, holding up a mothLike a white piece of lifeless satin cloth-
  • 123.  
    She stood against the kitchen sink, and looked
    Over the sink out through a dusty windowAt weeds the water from the sink made tall.
  • 124.  
    They leave us so to the way we took,
    As two in whom them were proved mistaken,That we sit sometimes in the wayside nook,
  • 125.  
    The same leaves over and over again!
    They fall from giving shade aboveTo make one texture of faded brown
  • 126.  
    Thus of old the Douglas did:
    He left his land as he was bidWith the royal heart of Robert the Bruce
  • 127.  
    When I was young, we dwelt in a vale
    By a misty fen that rang all night,And thus it was the maidens pale
  • 128.  
    The living come with grassy tread
    To read the gravestones on the hill;The graveyard draws the living still,
  • 129.  
    By June our brook's run out of song and speed.
    Sought for much after that, it will be foundEither to have gone groping underground
  • 130.  
    He saw her from the bottom of the stairs
    Before she saw him. She was starting down,Looking back over her shoulder at some fear.
  • 131.  
    Was there even a cause too lost,
    Ever a cause that was lost too long,Or that showed with the lapse of time to vain
  • 132.  
    I had for my winter evening walk-
    No one at all with whom to talk,But I had the cottages in a row
  • 133.  
    The well was dry beside the door,
    And so we went with pail and canAcross the fields behind the house
  • 134.  
    I dwell in a lonely house I know
    That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the cellar walls,
  • 135.  
    Spades take up leaves
    No better than spoons,And bags full of leaves
  • 136.  
    Why make so much of fragmentary blue
    In here and there a bird, or butterfly,Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
  • 137.  
    Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbs
    Always wrong to the light, so never seeingDeeper down in the well than where the water
  • 138.  
    I left you in the morning,
    And in the morning glow,You walked a way beside me
  • 139.  
    Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
    And here on earth come emulating flies,That though they never equal stars in size,
  • 140.  
    Some say the world will end in fire,
    Some say in ice.From what I've tasted of desire
  • 141.  
    From where I lingered in a lull in march
    outside the sugar-house one night for choice,I called the fireman with a careful voice
  • 142.  
    The way a crow
    Shook down on meThe dust of snow
  • 143.  
    The heart can think of no devotion
    Greater than being shore to the ocean-Holding the curve of one position,
  • 144.  
    I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
    On a white heal-all, holding up a mothLike a white piece of rigid satin cloth-
  • 145.  
    Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
    In a field I looked into going past,And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
  • 146.  
    As I came to the edge of the woods,
    Thrush music-hark!Now if it was dusk outside,
  • 147.  
    (A Christmas Circular Letter)

  • 148.  
    But outer Space,
    At least this far,For all the fuss
  • 149.  
    Brown lived at such a lofty farm
    That everyone for miles could seeHis lantern when he did his chores
  • 150.  
    Love has earth to which she clings
    With hills and circling arms about-Wall within wall to shut fear out.
Total 173 poems written by Robert Frost

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