Poems by Robert Frost
The Sound of the Trees
... And that talks no less for knowing, ...
A Question
... Were not too much to pay for birth ...
A Time to Talk
... When a friend calls to me from the road ...
Stars
... When wintry winds do blow!--As if with keeness for our fate, ...
The Need of Being Versed in Country Things
... Now the chimney was all of the house that stood, ...
The Soldier
... The curve of earth, and striking, break their own ...
The Telephone
... All still When leaning with my head again a flower ...
In a Disused Graveyard
... The graveyard draws the living still, ...
A Passing Glimpse
... Not fireweed loving where woods have burnt--Not bluebells gracing a tunnel mouth-- ...
A Prayer in Spring
... keep us here All simply in the springing of the year ...
An Old Man's Winter Night
... Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, ...
In Hardwood Groves
... They must go down into the dark decayed ...
Neither Out Far Nor In Deep
... Reflects a standing gullThe land may vary more ...
On a Tree Fallen Across the Road
... Not though we have to seize earth by the poleAnd, tired of aimless circling in one place, ...
The Aim was Song
... And listen--how it ought to go!He took a little in his mouth, ...
