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 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The city had withdrawn into itselfAnd left at last the country to the country; When between whirls of snow not come to lieAnd whirls of foliage not..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
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