Poems by Robert Frost

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I WENT to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.
The dew was g...

EVEN the bravest that are slain
Shall not dissemble their surprise
On waking to find valor re...