Poems by Robert Frost

THERE is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,
Who makes the ...

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, lon...

WE make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitat...

OUT through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hil...

THE battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung
And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest
Before it ...

YOU come to fetch me from my work to-night
When supper's on the table, and we'll see
If I can ...

OH, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the unce...

A PLOW, they say, to plow the snow.
They cannot mean to plant it, though--
Unless in bittern...

Nothing to say to all those marriages!
She had made three herself to three of his.
The score wa...

I walked down alone Sunday after church
To the place where John has been cutting trees
To see f...

NOW that they've got it settled whose I be,
I'm going to tell them something they won't like:
...

To drive Paul out of any lumber camp
All that was needed was to say to him,
"How is the wife, ...

There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the ra...

PAN came out of the woods one day, --
His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,
The gray...

NATURE'S first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only s...