After Apple Picking (Robert Frost Poems)
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 ...
Robert Frost Poems on Nature (56 Poems)
The Generations of Men (Robert Frost Poem)
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
The Grindstone (Robert Frost Poem)
Having a wheel and four legs of its own Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone To get it anywhere that ...
On Going Unnoticed (Robert Frost Poem)
As vain to raise a voice as a sigh In the tumult of free leaves on high. What are you ...
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 ...
II. The Pauper Witch of Grafton (Robert Frost Poem)
Now that they've got it settled whose I be, I'm going to tell them something they won't like: They've got ...
The Mountain (Robert Frost Poem)
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
The Self-Seeker (Robert Frost Poem)
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
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 Freedom of the Moon (Robert Frost Poem)
I've tried the new moon tilted in the air Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster As you might try a jewel ...
The Gum-Gatherer (Robert Frost Poem)
There overtook me and drew me in To his down-hill, early-morning stride, And set me five miles on my road ...
The Last Mowing (Robert Frost Poem)
There's a place called Far-away Meadow We never shall mow in again, Or such is the talk at the farmhouse: ...
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 ...
Spring Pools (Robert Frost Poem)
These pools that, though in forests, still reflect The total sky almost without defect, And like the flowers beside them, ...
Evening in a Sugar Orchard (Robert Frost Poem)
From where I lingered in a lull in march outside the sugar-house one night for choice, I called the fireman ...
Brown’s Descent (Robert Frost Poems)
Brown lived at such a lofty farm That everyone for miles could see His lantern when he did his chores ...
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 ...
An Encounter (Robert Frost Poem)
ONCE on the kind of day called "weather breeder," When the heat slowly hazes and the sun By its own ...
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 Hill Wife (Robert Frost Poem)
I. LONELINESS Her Word One ought not to have to care So much as you and I Care when the ...
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 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 Demiurge’s Laugh (Robert Frost Poems)
It was far in the sameness of the wood; I was running with joy on the Demon's trail, Though I ...
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 ...
Paul’s Wife (Robert Frost Poems)
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
Blueberries (Robert Frost Poem)
"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day: Blueberries as ...
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 ...
A Winter Eden (Robert Frost Poem)
A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and romp, As near a paradise ...
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 ...