Robert Frost

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; ANd makes

Pe urma unui om, m-am dus odată, să-ntorc cosita iarbă-nrourată. Dar dispăruse roua ceea care îi ascuțise coasa-atât de tare. Am fost să-i

Această boală, frântă-n prag, scara spălând-o cu arțag, a fost frumoasa Abishag, minunea de la Hollywood. Prea mulți, din fastul lor

Þara era a noastră înainte de a fi și noi ai țării, Era țara noastră de mai bine de o sută de ani Până când am devenit poporul ei. Era a

Whose woods these are I think I know . His house is in the village though ; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could travel both And be one traveler,long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To

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

These pools that, though in forests, still reflect The total sky almost without defect, And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I

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

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

Nature\'s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf\'s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden

How countlessly they congregate O\'er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as trees When wintry winds do blow!-- As if with

There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. What was it it whispered? I knew not

I staid the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They did all the talking. MOTHER

O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow\'s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above

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

Supărarea credea că-i din pricina ei Grija credea că ea e pricina. N-aveau decât să creadă că a lor a fost vina, aceste două trufașe femei. Nu.

When the wind works against us in the dark, And pelts with snow The lowest chamber window on the east, And whispers with a sort of stifled

A saturated meadow, Sun-shaped and jewel-small, A circle scarcely wider Than the trees around were tall; Where winds were quite excluded, And

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me. Vague

Now close the windows and hush all the fields: If the trees must, let them silently toss; No bird is singing in them now, and if there is, Be it

We dance round in a ring and suppose, But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.

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

My Sorrow, when she\'s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered

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

The house had gone to bring again To the midnight sky a sunset glow. Now the chimney was all of the house that stood, Like a pistil after the

Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall, We stopped by a mountain pasture to say \'Whose colt?\' A little Morgan had one forefoot on

The bear puts both arms around the tree above her And draws it down as if it were a lover And its choke cherries lips to kiss good-bye, Then

It went many years, But at last came a knock, And I thought of the door With no lock to lock. I blew out the light, I tip-toed the

You\'ll wait a long, long time for anything much To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud And the Northern Lights that run like tingling

I\'ve known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted axe behind me. But that was in the woods, to hold my hand From striking at

Willis, I didn\'t want you here to-day: The lawyer\'s coming for the company. I\'m going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet. Five hundred

Come with rain, O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; Make the settled snow-bank steam; Find

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

The shattered water made a misty din. Great waves looked over others coming in, And thought of doing something to the shore That water never

I\'m going out to clean the pasture spring; I\'ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the clear water, I may): I shan\'t be gone

The shattered water made a misty din. Great waves looked over others coming in, And thought of doing something to the shore That water never

Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things, The

`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his hands, he looks in on me Busy

You come to fetch me from my work tonight When supper\'s on the table, and we\'ll see If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen

For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns, Extremes too hard

\"When I was just as far as I could walk From here today, There was an hour All still When leaning with my head against a flower I heard you

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

Lovers, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. When the frosty window veil Was melted

Afield at dusk What things for dream there are when specter-like, Moving amond tall haycocks lightly piled, I enter alone upon the stubbled

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\'. The

You come to fetch me from my work tonight When supper\'s on the table, and we\'ll see If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen from

\'Fred, where is north?\' \'North? North is there, my love. The brook runs west.\' \'West-running Brook then call it.\' (West-Running

Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not much further up. They must have

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I\'ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if I had to perish

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth-- Assorted characters of

Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in size, (And they

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To

The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had

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. But

The firm house lingers, though averse to square With the new city street it has to wear A number in. But what about the brook That held the

The play seems out for an almost infinite run. Don\'t mind a little thing like the actors fighting. The only I worry about is the sun. We\'ll be

When I got up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes the garden path. And

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

I didn\'t make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. promised myself to get down some day And see the way you

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

I had withdrawn in forest, and my song Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway; And to the forest edge you came one day (This was my dream) and

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have

As I came to the edge of the woods, Thrush music -- hark! Now if it was dusk outside, Inside it was dark. Too dark in the woods for a bird

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

He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled, That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust, But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust. If we

A Stranger came to the door at eve, And he spoke the bridegroom fair. He bore a green-white stick in his hand, And, for all burden, care.

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

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing

Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few weeds

I Dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the cellar walls, And a cellar in which the daylight

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; And makes

As I went down the hill along the wall There was a gate I had leaned at for the view And had just turned from when I first saw you As you

Dust always blowing about the town, Except when sea-fog laid it down, And I was one of the children told Some of the blowing dust was

The great Overdog That heavenly beast With a star in one eye Gives a leap in the east. He dances upright All the way to the west And

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. What kept

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; Not

The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never anymore the dead. The

from Caedmon Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far

Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things, The flow