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").
In Hardwood Groves
The same leaves over and over again! They fall from giving shade aboveTo make one texture of faded brownAnd fit the earth like a leather glove.Before..
© Robert Frost
The Span Of Life
The old dog barks backwards without getting up.I can remember when he was a pup.Anonymous submission.
© Robert Frost
For Once, Then, Something
Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbsAlways wrong to the light, so never seeingDeeper down in the well than where the waterGives me back..
© Robert Frost
In a poem
The sentencing goes blithely on its wayAnd takes the playfully objected rhymeAs surely as it takes the stroke and timeIn having its undeviable say.
© Robert Frost
Wind And Window Flower
Lovers, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. When the frosty window veil Was melted down at..
© Robert Frost
Canis Major
The great OverdogThat heavenly beastWith a star in one eyeGives a leap in the east.He dances uprightAll the way to the westAnd never once dropsOn his..
© Robert Frost
To Earthward
Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things, The flow of ..
© Robert Frost
Quandary
Never have I been glad or sadThat there was such a thing as bad.There had to be, I understood, For there to have been any good. It was by having been..
© Robert Frost
The Armful
For every parcel I stoop down to seizeI lose some other off my arms and knees,And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns --Extremes too hard to..
© Robert Frost
Love And A Question
A stranger came to the door at eve,And he spoke the bridegroom fair.He bore a green-white stick in his hand,And, for all burden, care.He asked with..
© Robert Frost
Reluctance
Out through the fields and the woodsAnd over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of viewAnd looked at the world, and descended; I have..
© Robert Frost
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 Busy outdoors by..
© Robert Frost
To The Thawing Wind
Come with rain. O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; Make the settled snowbank steam; Find the..
© Robert Frost
The sound of trees
I wonder about the trees.Why do we wish to bearForever the noise of theseMore than another noiseSo close to our dwelling place?We suffer them by the..
© Robert Frost
My november guest
My Sorrow, when she's here with me,Thinks these dark days of autumn rainAre beautiful as days can be;She loves the bare, the withered tree;She walks..
© Robert Frost
Blueberries
'You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day: Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb, Real..
© Robert Frost
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."The hard..
© Robert Frost
Provide, Provide
The witch that came (the withered hag)To wash the steps with pail and ragWas once the beauty Abishag,The picture pride of Hollywood.Too many fall..
© Robert Frost
Fragmentary Blue
Why make so much of fragmentary blueIn here and there a bird, or butterfly,Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,When heaven presents in sheets..
© Robert Frost
The death of the hired man
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the tableWaiting for Warren. When she heard his step,She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passageTo meet him in..
© Robert Frost
Rose Pogonias
A saturated meadow,Sun-shaped and jewel-small,A circle scarcely widerThan the trees around were tall;Where winds were quite excluded,And the air was..
© Robert Frost
Love And A Question
A stranger came to the door at eve,And he spoke the bridegroom fair.He bore a green-white stick in his hand,And, for all burden, care.He asked with..
© Robert Frost
The Telephone
'When I was just as far as I could walk From here today, There was an hour All still When leaning with my head again a flower I heard you talk. Don't..
© Robert Frost
In A Disused Graveyard
The living come with grassy treadTo read the gravestones on the hill;The graveyard draws the living still,But never anymore the dead.The verses in it..
© Robert Frost
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. If we who..
© Robert Frost