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").
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,Like a pistil after the petals..
© Robert Frost
A Star In A Stoneboat
For Lincoln MacVeaghNever tell me that not one star of allThat slip from heaven at night and softly fallHas been picked up with stones to build a..
© Robert Frost
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 deadThey string..
© Robert Frost
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. It was just as the..
© Robert Frost
The Gum-Gatherer
There overtook me and drew me inTo his down-hill, early-morning stride,And set me five miles on my roadBetter than if he had had me ride,A man with a..
© Robert Frost
In White
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
Hyla Brook
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(And taken with it..
© Robert Frost
The Vanishing Red
He is said to have been the last Red manIn Action. And the Miller is said to have laughed--If you like to call such a sound a laugh.But he gave no..
© Robert Frost
Not To Keep
They sent him back to her. The letter cameSaying... And she could have him. And beforeShe could be sure there was no hidden illUnder the formal..
© Robert Frost
Hannibal
Was there even a cause too lost,Ever a cause that was lost too long,Or that showed with the lapse of time to vainFor the generous tears of youth and..
© Robert Frost
In Neglect
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, With michievous, vagrant..
© Robert Frost
To E.T.
I slumbered with your poems on my breastSpread open as I dropped them half-read throughLike dove wings on a figure on a tombTo see, if in a dream..
© Robert Frost
The Flower Boat
The fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarnUnder the hand of the village barber,And her in the angle of house and barnHis deep-sea dory has found a..
© Robert Frost
Meeting And Passing
As I went down the hill along the wallThere was a gate I had leaned at for the viewAnd had just turned from when I first saw youAs you came up the..
© Robert Frost
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,The overimportant pair.No, it took all the..
© Robert Frost
Departmental
An ant on the tableclothRan into a dormant mothOf many times his size.He showed not the least surprise.His business wasn't with such.He gave it..
© Robert Frost
Storm Fear
When the wind works against us in the dark, And pelts with snow The lowest chamber window on the east, And whispers with a sort of stifled bark, The..
© Robert Frost
Spoils Of The Dead
Two fairies it was On a still summer day Came forth in the woods With the flowers to play. The flowers they plucked They cast on the ground For..
© Robert Frost
The Trial By Existence
EVEN the bravest that are slainShall not dissemble their surpriseOn waking to find valor reign,Even as on earth, in paradise; And where they sought..
© Robert Frost
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,Trying, I thought, to set it..
© Robert Frost
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. There amid loggin..
© Robert Frost
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.He says that leaves are old..
© Robert Frost
The Cow In Apple-Time
Something inspires the only cow of lateTo make no more of a wall than an open gate,And think no more of wall-builders than fools.Her face is flecked..
© Robert Frost
The Bear
The bear puts both arms around the tree above herAnd draws it down as if it were a loverAnd its chokecherries lips to kiss good-by,Then lets it snap..
© Robert Frost
Christmas Trees
The city had withdrawn into itselfAnd left at last the country to the country; When between whirls of snow not come to lieAnd whirls of foliage not..
© Robert Frost