A Considerable Speck (Robert Frost Poems)
(Microscopic)A speck that would have been beneath my sightOn any but a paper sheet so whiteSet off across what I ...
Robert Frost Poems on Mind (32 Poems)
The Ax-Helve (Robert Frost Poem)
I've known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted ax behind me. But that was in the ...
The Exposed Nest (Robert Frost Poem)
You were forever finding some new play. So when I saw you down on hands and knees I the meadow, ...
Our Singing Strength (Robert Frost Poem)
It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm The flakes could find no landing place to form. Hordes ...
Place for a Third (Robert Frost Poem)
Nothing to say to all those marriages! She had made three herself to three of his. The score was even ...
A Boundless Moment (Robert Frost Poem)
He halted in the wind, and--what was that Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? He stood there ...
A Brook in the City (Robert Frost Poem)
The firm house lingers, though averse to square With the new city street it has to wear A number in. ...
In the Home Stretch (Robert Frost Poem)
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
The Wood-Pile (Robert Frost Poem)
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here. No, ...
The Bonfire (Robert Frost Poem)
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
The Black Cottage (Robert Frost Poem)
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey’s Ears, and Some Books (Robert Frost Poems)
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
A Hillside Thaw (Robert Frost Poem)
To think to know the country and now know The hillside on the day the sun lets go Ten million ...
The Vantage Point (Robert Frost Poem)
If tired of trees I seek again mankind, Well I know where to hie me--in the dawn, To a slope ...
The Trial by Existence (Robert Frost Poem)
Even the bravest that are slain Shall not dissemble their surprise On waking to find valor reign, Even as on ...
The Housekeeper (Robert Frost Poem)
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
The Line-Gang (Robert Frost Poem)
Here come the line-gang pioneering by, They throw a forest down less cut than broken. They plant dead trees for ...
The Bear (Robert Frost Poem)
The bear puts both arms around the tree above her And draws it down as if it were a lover ...
The Code (Robert Frost Poem)
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Snow (Robert Frost Poem)
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Maple (Robert Frost Poem)
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
My Butterfly (Robert Frost Poem)
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frightened thee so oft, is fled or ...
A Servant to Servants (Robert Frost Poem)
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
Wild Grapes (Robert Frost Poem)
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
Sand Dunes (Robert Frost Poem)
Sea waves are green and wet, But up from where they die, Rise others vaster yet, And those are brown ...
For Once, Then, Something (Robert Frost Poem)
Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the ...
Christmas Trees (Robert Frost Poem)
(A Christmas Circular Letter) THE CITY had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to the country; When ...
A Late Walk (Robert Frost Poem)
When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes ...
Home Burial (Robert Frost Poem)
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over ...