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

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I had withdrawn in forest, and my song Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway; And to the forest edge you came one day (This was my dream) and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