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 ...
Robert Frost Poems on Place (38 Poems)
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 ...
The Valley’s Singing Day (Robert Frost Poems)
The sound of the closing outside door was all. You made no sound in the grass with your footfall, As ...
The Census-Taker (Robert Frost Poem)
I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house Of one room and one window and one ...
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, ...
A Hundred Collars (Robert Frost Poem)
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
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 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 ...
Pea Brush (Robert Frost Poem)
I WALKED down alone Sunday after church To the place where John has been cutting trees To see for myself ...
In a Vale (Robert Frost Poem)
WHEN I was young, we dwelt in a vale By a misty fen that rang all night, And thus it ...
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 ...
The Times Table (Robert Frost Poem)
More than halfway up the pass Was a spring with a broken drinking glass, And whether the farmer drank or ...
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 ...
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 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 ...
Revelation (Robert Frost Poem)
We make ourselves a place apart Behind light words that tease and flout, But oh, the agitated hear Till someone ...
Looking For a Sunset Bird in Winter (Robert Frost Poem)
The west was getting out of gold, The breath of air had died of cold, When shoeing home across the ...
Waiting (Robert Frost Poem)
Afield at dusk What things for dream there are when specter-like, Moving amond tall haycocks lightly piled, I enter alone ...
The Fear (Robert Frost Poem)
A lantern light from deeper in the barn Shone on a man and woman in the door And threw their ...
Going for Water (Robert Frost Poem)
The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can Across the fields behind the ...
Two Look at Two (Robert Frost Poem)
Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not ...
The Aim was Song (Robert Frost Poem)
Before man came to blow it right The wind once blew itself untaught, And did its loudest day and night ...
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 ...