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").
Out, Out
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yardAnd made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across..
© Robert Frost
Ghost House
I dwell in a lonely house I knowThat vanished many a summer ago,And left no trace but the cellar walls,And a cellar in which the daylight falls,And..
© Robert Frost
Evening In A Sugar Orchard
From where I lingered in a lull in Marchoutside the sugar-house one night for choice,I called the fireman with a careful voiceAnd bade him leave the..
© 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
But Outer Space
But outer Space,At least this far,For all the fussOf the populaceStays more popularThan populous
© Robert Frost
Design
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,On a white heal-all, holding up a mothLike a white piece of rigid satin cloth --Assorted characters of death..
© Robert Frost
A Dream Pang
I had withdrawn in forest, and my songWas swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;And to the forest edge you came one day(This was my dream) and..
© Robert Frost
Devotion
The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to ocean -Holding the curve of one position,Counting an endless repetition.
© Robert Frost
The Secret Sits
We dance round in a ring and suppose,But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.
© Robert Frost
Fireflies In The Garden
Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,And here on earth come emulating flies,That though they never equal stars in size,(And they were never..
© Robert Frost
Dust Of Snow
The way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock treeHas given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued.
© Robert Frost
A Line-Storm Song
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,The road is forlorn all day,Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,And the hoof-prints vanish away.The..
© Robert Frost
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