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").
An Old Man's Winter Night
All out of doors looked darkly in at himThrough the thin frost, almost in separate stars,That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.What kept his eyes..
© Robert Frost
Come In
As I came to the edge of the woods,Thrush music - hark!Now if it was dusk outside,Inside it was dark.Too dark in the woods for a birdBy sleight of..
© Robert Frost
Tree At My Window
Tree at my window, window tree,My sash is lowered when night comes on;But let there never be curtain drawnBetween you and me.Vague dream head lifted..
© Robert Frost
A Considerable Speck
(Microscopic)A speck that would have been beneath my sightOn any but a paper sheet so whiteSet off across what I had written there.And I had idly..
© Robert Frost
A Cliff Dwelling
There sandy seems the golden skyAnd golden seems the sandy plain.No habitation meets the eyeUnless in the horizon rim,Some halfway up the limestone..
© Robert Frost
The Silken Tent
She is as in a field a silken tentAt midday when the sunny summer breezeHas dried the dew and all its ropes relent,So that in guys it gently sways at..
© Robert Frost
Mending Wall
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;And makes gaps even..
© Robert Frost
"In White": Frost's Early Version Of Design
A dented spider like a snow drop whiteOn a white Heal-all, holding up a mothLike a white piece of lifeless satin cloth -Saw ever curious eye so..
© Robert Frost
Bereft
Where had I heard this wind beforeChange like this to a deeper roar?What would it take my standing there for,Holding open a restive door,Looking down..
© Robert Frost
Desert Places
Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fastIn a field I looked into going past,And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,But a few weeds and..
© Robert Frost
After Apple Picking
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a treeToward heaven still.And there's a barrel that I didn't fillBeside it, and there may be two or..
© Robert Frost
A Boundless Moment
He halted in the wind, and - what was thatFar in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?He stood there bringing March against his thought,And yet too..
© Robert Frost
Asking For Roses
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,With doors that none but the wind ever closes,Its floor all littered with glass and with..
© Robert Frost
A Brook In The City
The farmhouse lingers, though averse to squareWith the new city street it has to wearA number in. But what about the brookThat held the house as in..
© Robert Frost
Birches
When I see birches bend to left and rightAcross the lines of straighter darker trees,I like to think some boy's been swinging them.But swinging..
© Robert Frost
A Patch Of Old Snow
There's a patch of old snow in a cornerThat I should have guessedWas a blow-away paper the rainHad brought to rest.It is speckled with grime as..
© Robert Frost
A Time To Talk
When a friend calls to me from the roadAnd slows his horse to a meaning walk,I don't stand still and look aroundOn all the hills I haven't hoed,And..
© Robert Frost
The Rose Family
The rose is a rose,And was always a rose.But the theory now goesThat the apple's a rose,And the pear is, and so'sThe plum, I suppose.The dear only..
© Robert Frost
A Prayer In Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;And give us not to think so far awayAs the uncertain harvest; keep us hereAll simply in the springing of..
© Robert Frost
A Soldier
He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.If we who sight..
© Robert Frost
A Minor Bird
I have wished a bird would fly away,And not sing by my house all day;Have clapped my hands at him from the doorWhen it seemed as if I could bear no..
© Robert Frost
A Late Walk
When I go up through the mowing field,The headless aftermath,Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,Half closes the garden path.And when I come..
© Robert Frost
A Question
A voice said, Look me in the starsAnd tell me truly, men of earth,If all the soul-and-body scarsWere not too much to pay for birth.
© Robert Frost
Acquainted With The Night
I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light.I have looked down..
© Robert Frost
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf's a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf,So Eden sank to..
© Robert Frost