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 (185 Poems)
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 ...
In white: Frost’s Early Version of Design (Robert Frost Poems)
A dented spider like a snow drop whiteOn a white Heal-all, holding up a mothLike a white piece of lifeless ...
The Vanishing Red (Robert Frost Poem)
He is said to have been the last Red man In Action. And the Miller is said to have laughed-- ...
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 ...
The Kitchen Chimney (Robert Frost Poem)
Builder, in building the little house, In every way you may please yourself; But please please me in the kitchen ...
The Star-Splitter (Robert Frost Poem)
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
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 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 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 Cocoon (Robert Frost Poem)
As far as I can see this autumn haze That spreading in the evening air both way, Makes the new ...
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, ...
The Flower Boat (Robert Frost Poem)
The fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarn Under the hand of the village barber, And her in the angle ...
Plowmen (Robert Frost Poem)
A plow, they say, to plow the snow. They cannot mean to plant it, no-- Unless in bitterness to mock ...
Not To Keep (Robert Frost Poem)
They sent him back to her. The letter came Saying... And she could have him. And before She could be ...
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 ...
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. ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 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 Thatch (Robert Frost Poem)
Out alone in the winter rain, Intent on giving and taking pain. But never was I far out of sight ...
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, ...
They Were Welcome To Their Belief (Robert Frost Poem)
Grief may have thought it was grief. Care may have thought it was care. They were welcome to their belief, ...
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 ...