Robert Frost

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American Literature – American Poetry – Robert Frost

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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 …

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 …

An Encounter
Once on the kind of day called “weather breeder,”
When the heat slowly hazes and the sun
By its own power seems to be undone,
I was half boring through, half climbing through, …

An Old Man’s Winter Night
All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
That gathers on the pane in empty rooms. …

A Servant To Servants
I didn’t make you know how glad I was
To have you come and camp here on our land. …

A Time To Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed, …

A Vantage Point
If tired of trees I seek again mankind,
Well I know where to hie me—in the dawn,
To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn. …

Birches
When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy’s been swinging them. …

Blueberries
“You ought to have seen what I saw on my way
To the village, through Mortenson’s pasture to-day: …

Bond And Free
Love has earth to which she clings
With hills and circling arms about—
Wall within wall to shut fear out. …

Brown’s Descent Or, The Willy-Nilly Slide
Brown lived at such a lofty farm
That everyone for miles could see
His lantern when he did his chores
In winter after half-past three. …

Flower-Gathering
I left you in the morning,
And in the morning glow,
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go. …

Going For Water
The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran; …

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. …

Hyla Brook
By June our brook’s run out of song and speed.
Sought for much after that, it will be found
Either to have gone groping underground…

In The Home Stretch
She stood against the kitchen sink, and looked
Over the sink out through a dusty window
At weeds the water from the sink made tall. …

Into My Own
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.

Mending Wall
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun; …

Mowing
There was never a sound beside the wood but one,
And that was my long scythe whispering to the
ground. …

My November Guest
My Sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be; …

October
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; …

“Out, Out….”
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of
wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it. …

Range-Finding
The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung
And cut a flower beside a ground bird’s nest
Before it stained a single human breast. ….

Reluctance
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended; …

Revelation
We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone really find us out. ….

Snow
The three stood listening to a fresh access
Of wind that caught against the house a moment,
Gulped snow, and then blew free again—the Coles
Dressed, but dishevelled from some hours of sleep, ….

Storm-Fear
When the wind works against us in the dark,
And pelts with snow
The lower chamber window on the east,
And whispers with a sort of stifled bark, ….

The Code
There were three in the meadow by the brook
Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay,
With an eye always lifted toward the west
Where an irregular sun-bordered cloud …

The Cow In Apple-Time
Something inspires the only cow of late
To make no more of a wall than an open gate,
And think no more of wall-builders than fools. …

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. …

The Gum-Gatherer
There overtook me and drew me in
To his down-hill, early-morning stride,
And set me five miles on my road
Better than if he had had me ride, …

The Hill Wife
One ought not to have to care
So much as you and I
Care when the birds come round the house
To seem to say good-bye; …

The Mountain
The mountain held the town as in a shadow.
I saw so much before I slept there once: …

The Oven Bird
There is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,
Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again. …

The Pasture
I’m going out to clean the pasture spring;
I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away …

The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could …

The Runaway
Once when the snow of the year was beginning to
fall,
We stopped by a mountain pasture to say “Whose
colt?” …

The Self-Seeker
“Willis, I didn’t want you here to-day:
The lawyer’s coming for the company. …

The Sound Of Trees
I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise…

The Tuft Of Flowers
I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. …

The Wood-Pile
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day
I paused and said, “I will turn back from here.
No, I will go on farther—and we shall see.” …

To The Thawing Wind
Come with rain, O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream; …

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“Mending Wall”
« Réparation du Mur »

The Road Not Taken
La Route Non Empruntée

American Literature – American Poetry – Robert Frost

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