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").
Leaves Compared With Flowers
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 rootIt never will show much flower or..
© Robert Frost
My Butterfly
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frighted thee so oft, is fled or dead: Save only me (Nor is it sad to..
© Robert Frost
God's Garden
God made a beatous gardenWith lovely flowers strown,But one straight, narrow pathwayThat was not overgrown.And to this beauteous gardenHe brought..
© Robert Frost
The Aim Was Song
Before man to blow to rightThe wind once blew itself untaught,And did its loudest day and nightIn any rough place where it caught. Man came to tell..
© Robert Frost
Flower-Gathering
I left you in the morning, And in the morning glow, You walked a way beside me To make me sad to go. Do you know me in the gloaming, Gaunt and dusty..
© Robert Frost
The Lockless Door
It went many years,But at last came a knock,And I thought of the doorWith no lock to lock.I blew out the light,I tip-toed the floor,And raised both..
© Robert Frost
Into My Own
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,But stretched..
© Robert Frost
Two Look At Two
Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not much further up. They must have halted..
© Robert Frost
Mowing
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..
© Robert Frost
Never Again Would Bird's Song Be The Same
He would declare and could himself believeThat the birds there in all the garden roundFrom having heard the daylong voice of EveHad added to their..
© Robert Frost
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):I shan't be gone long. ..
© Robert Frost
Revelation
We make ourselves a place apartBehind light words that tease and flout,But oh, the agitated heartTill someone find us really out.'Tis pity if the..
© Robert Frost
The Gift Outright
The land was ours before we were the land's.She was our land more than a hundred yearsBefore we were her people. She was oursIn Massachusetts, in..
© Robert Frost
Spring Pools
These pools that, though in forests, still reflectThe total sky almost without defect,And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,Will like..
© Robert Frost
Now Close The Windows
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,Be it my loss.It..
© Robert Frost
The Tuft Of Flowers
I went to turn the grass once after oneWho mowed it in the dew before the sun.The dew was gone that made his blade so keenBefore I came to view the..
© Robert Frost
October
O hushed October morning mild,Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,Should waste them all.The crows above the forest..
© Robert Frost
Home Burial
He saw her from the bottom of the stairsBefore she saw him. She was starting down,Looking back over her shoulder at some fear.She took a doubtful..
© Robert Frost
Going For Water
The well was dry beside the door,And so we went with pail and canAcross the fields behind the houseTo seek the brook if still it ran;Not loth to have..
© Robert Frost
The Gift Outright
The land was ours before we were the land's.She was our land more than a hundred yearsBefore we were her people. She was oursIn Massachusetts, in..
© Robert Frost
Once By The Pacific
The shattered water made a misty din.Great waves looked over others coming in,And thought of doing something to the shoreThat water never did to land..
© Robert Frost
Stars
How countlessly they congregateO'er our tumultuous snow,Which flows in shapes as tall as treesWhen wintry winds do blow!--As if with keenness for our..
© Robert Frost
Gathering Leaves
Spades take up leavesNo better than spoons,And bags full of leavesAre light as balloons.I make a great noiseOf rustling all dayLike rabbit and..
© Robert Frost
Bond And Free
Love has earth to which she clingsWith hills and circling arms about-Wall within wall to shut fear out.But Thought has need of no such things,For..
© Robert Frost
Carpe Diem
Age saw two quiet childrenGo loving by at twilight,He knew not whether homeward,Or outward from the village,Or (chimes were ringing) churchward,He..
© Robert Frost