Books
Robert Frost

Selected Poems

  • Reemhas quoted4 years ago
    And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
    No longer blown hither and thither;
    The last lone aster is gone;
    The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
    The heart is still aching to seek,
  • Reemhas quoted4 years ago
    The desolate, deserted trees,
    The faded earth, the heavy sky,
    The beauties she so truly sees,
    She thinks I have no eye for these,
    And vexes me for reason why.

    Not yesterday I learned to know
    The love of bare November days
    Before the coming of the snow,
    But it were vain to tell her so,
    And they are better for her praise.
  • Reemhas quoted4 years ago
    Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
    From the window or the door.
    I shall set forth for somewhere,
    I shall make the reckless choice
    Some day when they are in voice
    And tossing so as to scare
    The white clouds over them on.
    I shall have less to say,
    But I shall be gone.
  • Reemhas quoted4 years ago
    THE SOUND OF TREES
  • Reemhas quoted4 years ago
    "Is it too late
    To drag you out for just a good-night call
    On the old peach trees on the knoll to grope
    By starlight in the grass for a last peach
    The neighbors may not have taken as their right
    When the house wasn't lived in? I've been looking:
    I doubt if they have left us many grapes.
    Before we set ourselves to right the house,
    The first thing in the morning, out we go
    To go the round of apple, cherry, peach,
    Pine, alder, pasture, mowing, well, and brook.
    All of a farm it is."
  • Reemhas quoted4 years ago
    "End is a gloomy word."
  • Reemhas quoted4 years ago
    What is this?"

    "This life?
    Our sitting here by lantern-light together
    Amid the wreckage of a former home?
    You won't deny the lantern isn't new.
    The stove is not, and you are not to me,
    Nor I to you."
  • Reemhas quoted4 years ago
    Ends and beginnings—there are no such things.
    There are only middles."
  • Reemhas quoted4 years ago
    'm drunk-nonsensical tired out;
    Don't mind a word I say. It's a day's work
    To empty one house of all household goods
    And fill another with 'em fifteen miles away,
    Although you do no more than dump them
  • Reemhas quoted4 years ago
    No; for besides the things I tell you of,
    I only see the years. They come and go
    In alternation with the weeds, the field,
    The wood."
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