Putting In The Seed By Robert Frost

Putting In The Seed By Robert Frost You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper’s on the table, and we’ll see If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen from the apple tree. (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) And go along with you ere […]

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening By Robert Frost

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening By Robert Frost 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.    My little horse must think it queer   To stop without a farmhouse near   Between […]

Pan with Us By Robert Frost

Pan with Us By Robert Frost Pan came out of the woods one day,—His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,The gray of the moss of walls were they,—And stood in the sun and looked his fillAt wooded valley and wooded hill. He stood in the zephyr, pipes in hand,On a height of […]

Come In By Robert Frost

Come In By Robert Frost 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 birdBy sleight of wingTo better its perch for the night,Though it still could sing. The last of the light of the sunThat had […]

Nothing Gold Can Stay By Robert Frost

Nothing Gold Can Stay By Robert Frost 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 sank to grief,So dawn goes down to dayNothing gold can stay. Share on facebook Share on twitter Share on whatsapp Share on telegram Share on […]

Putting In The Seed By Robert Frost

Putting In The Seed By Robert Frost You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper’s on the table, and we’ll see If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen from the apple tree. (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) And go along with you ere […]

Flower-Gathering By Robert Frost

Flower-Gathering By Robert Frost   I LEFT you in the morning, And in the morning glow, You walked a way beside me To make me sad to go. Do you know me in the gloaming,         5 Gaunt and dusty grey with roaming? Are you dumb because you know me not, Or dumb because you know?   All […]

Blue-Butterfly Day By Robert Frost

Blue-Butterfly Day By Robert Frost But these are flowers that fly and all but sing: And now from having ridden out desire They lie closed over in the wind and cling Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire. Share on facebook Share on twitter Share on whatsapp Share on telegram Share on email Copyright […]

Blueberries By Robert Frost

Blueberries By Robert Frost By Robert Frost “You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson’s pasture to-day: Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb, Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum In the cavernous pail of the first one to come!         And all ripe together, not some of them […]

Acquainted With The Night By Robert Frost

Acquainted With The Night By Robert Frost 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 looked down the saddest city lane.I have passed by the watchman on his beatAnd dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have […]