Poems by Robert Frost

Poems by Robert Frost

The Oven Bird, by Robert Frost

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

The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost

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

Revelation, by Robert Frost

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

Reluctance, by Robert Frost

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

Range-Finding, by Robert Frost

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

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 ...

A Prayer in Spring, by Robert Frost

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

Plowmen, by Robert Frost

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

Place for a Third, by Robert Frost

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

Pea Brush, by Robert Frost

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

The Pauper Witch of Grafton, by Robert Frost

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

Paul's Wife, by Robert Frost

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

A Patch of Old Snow, by Robert Frost

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

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...

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 s...