Robert Frost›Poezii

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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