< Return to Robert Frost Poems After Apple-picking My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is […]
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“A Servant to Servants” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems A Servant to Servants I didn’t make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I promised myself to get down some day And see the way you lived, but I don’t know! With a houseful of hungry men to feed […]
“Blueberries” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems 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 sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum In the cavernous pail of the first one to come! And all ripe […]
“The Black Cottage” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems The Black Cottage We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry trees, Set well back from the road in rank lodged grass, The little cottage we were speaking of, A front with just a door between two […]
“Home Burial” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems Home Burial He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over her shoulder at some fear. She took a doubtful step and then undid it To raise herself and look again. He spoke Advancing toward her: “What is […]
“A Hundred Collars” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems A Hundred Collars Lancaster bore him—such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn’t see him often Of late years, though he keeps the old homestead And sends the children down there with their mother To run wild in the summer—a little wild. Sometimes he joins them for […]
“The Mountain” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems The Mountain The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed that I missed stars in the west, Where its black body cut into the sky. Near me it seemed: I felt it like a wall Behind which […]
“The Death of the Hired Man” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems The Death of the Hired Man Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage To meet him in the doorway with the news And put him on his guard. “Silas is back.” […]
“The Pasture” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems The Pasture I’m going out to clean the pasture spring; I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too. I’m going out to fetch the little calf That’s standing by the mother. It’s so […]
“Reluctance” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems Reluctance Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended; I have come by the highway home, And lo, it is ended. The leaves are all dead on the ground, […]
“My Butterfly” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems My Butterfly Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frighted thee so oft, is fled or dead: Save only me (Nor is it sad to thee!) Save only me There is none left to mourn thee in the fields. The gray grass is […]
“October” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems October O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; To-morrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow, Make the […]
“A Line-storm Song” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems A Line-storm Song The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof-prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee, Expend their bloom in vain. Come over the hills and far with me, […]
“Now Close the Windows” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems Now Close the Windows Now close the windows and hush all the fields; If the trees must, let them silently toss; No bird is singing now, and if there is, Be it my loss. It will be long ere the marshes resume, It will be long ere the earliest […]
“The Demiurge’s Laugh” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems The Demiurge’s Laugh It was far in the sameness of the wood; I was running with joy on the Demon’s trail, Though I knew what I hunted was no true god. It was just as the light was beginning to fail That I suddenly heard—all I needed to hear: […]
“Pan with Us” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems Pan with Us Pan came out of the woods one day,— His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray, The gray of the moss of walls were they,— And stood in the sun and looked his fill At wooded valley and wooded hill. He stood in the […]
“Spoils of the Dead” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems Spoils of the Dead Two fairies it was On a still summer day Came forth in the woods With the flowers to play. The flowers they plucked They cast on the ground For others, and those For still others they found. Flower-guided it was That they came as they […]
“The Tuft of Flowers” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems The Tuft of Flowers I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew was gone that made his blade so keen Before I came to view the leveled scene. I looked for him behind an isle of trees; […]
“In Equal Sacrifice” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems In Equal Sacrifice Thus of old the Douglas did: He left his land as he was bid With the royal heart of Robert the Bruce In a golden case with a golden lid, To carry the same to the Holy Land; By which we see and understand That that […]
“The Trial by Existence” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems The Trial by Existence Even the bravest that are slain Shall not dissemble their surprise On waking to find valor reign, Even as on earth, in paradise; And where they sought without the sword Wide fields of asphodel fore’er, To find that the utmost reward Of daring should be […]