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36 Works of Robert Frost

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Design

Story type: Poetry

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I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,On a white heal-all, holding up a mothLike a white piece of rigid satin cloth–Assorted characters of death and blightMixed ready to begin the morning right,Like the ingredients of a witches’ broth–A snow-drop spider, a flower like froth,And dead wings carried like a paper kite. What had that […]

The farm house lingers, though averse to squareWith the new city street it has to wearA number in. But what about the brookThat held the house as in an elbow-crook?I ask as one who knew the brook, its strengthAnd impulse, having dipped a finger-lengthAnd made it leap my knuckle, having tossedA flower to try its […]

The Grindstone

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Having a wheel and four legs of its ownHas never availed the cumbersome grindstoneTo get it anywhere that I can see.These hands have helped it go and even race;Not all the motion, though, they ever lent,Not all the miles it may have thought it went,Have got it one step from the starting place.It stands beside […]

The Witch Of Coos

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Circa 1922 I staid the night for shelter at a farmBehind the mountain, with a mother and son,Two old-believers. They did all the talking. The MotherFolks think a witch who has familiar spiritsShe could call up to pass a winter evening,But won’t, should be burned at the stake or something.Summoning spirits isn’t “Button, button,Who’s got […]

Fire And Ice

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Some say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I’ve tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo know that for destruction iceIs also great,And would suffice.

The Vanishing Red

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He is said to have been the last Red ManIn Acton. And the Miller is said to have laughed–If you like to call such a sound a laugh.But he gave no one else a laugher’s license.For he turned suddenly grave as if to say,“Whose business,–if I take it on myself,Whose business–but why talk round the […]

Snow

Story type: Poetry

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The three stood listening to a fresh accessOf wind that caught against the house a moment,Gulped snow, and then blew free again–the ColesDressed, but dishevelled from some hours of sleep,Meserve belittled in the great skin coat he wore. Meserve was first to speak. He pointed backwardOver his shoulder with his pipe-stem, saying,“You can just see […]

I wonder about the trees.Why do we wish to bearForever the noise of theseMore than another noiseSo close to our dwelling place?We suffer them by the dayTill we lose all measure of pace,And fixity in our joys,And acquire a listening air.They are that that talks of goingBut never gets away;And that talks no less for […]

"Out, Out–"

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The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yardAnd made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.And from there those that lifted eyes could countFive mountain ranges one behind the otherUnder the sunset far into Vermont.And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,As it ran light, or had […]

Brown lived at such a lofty farmThat everyone for miles could seeHis lantern when he did his choresIn winter after half-past three. And many must have seen him makeHis wild descent from there one night,‘Cross lots, ‘cross walls, ‘cross everything,Describing rings of lantern light. Between the house and barn the galeGot him by something he […]

The Gum-Gatherer

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There overtook me and drew me inTo his down-hill, early-morning stride,And set me five miles on my roadBetter than if he had had me ride,A man with a swinging bag for loadAnd half the bag wound round his hand.We talked like barking above the dinOf water we walked along beside.And for my telling him where […]

The Line-Gang

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Here come the line-gang pioneering by.They throw a forest down less cut than broken.They plant dead trees for living, and the deadThey string together with a living thread.They string an instrument against the skyWherein words whether beaten out or spokenWill run as hushed as when they were a thought.But in no hush they string it: […]

She had no saying dark enoughFor the dark pine that keptForever trying the window-latchOf the room where they slept. The tireless but ineffectual handsThat with every futile passMade the great tree seem as a little birdBefore the mystery of glass! It never had been inside the room,And only one of the twoWas afraid in an […]

The Impulse

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It was too lonely for her there,And too wild,And since there were but two of them,And no child, And work was little in the house,She was free,And followed where he furrowed field,Or felled tree. She rested on a log and tossedThe fresh chips,With a song only to herselfOn her lips. And once she went to […]

The Bonfire

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“Oh, let’s go up the hill and scare ourselves,As reckless as the best of them to-night,By setting fire to all the brush we piledWith pitchy hands to wait for rain or snow.Oh, let’s not wait for rain to make it safe.The pile is ours: we dragged it bough on boughDown dark converging paths between the […]

A Girl’s Garden

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A neighbor of mine in the villageLikes to tell how one springWhen she was a girl on the farm, she didA childlike thing. One day she asked her fatherTo give her a garden plotTo plant and tend and reap herself,And he said, “Why not?” In casting about for a cornerHe thought of an idle bitOf […]

The Exposed Nest

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You were forever finding some new play.So when I saw you down on hands and kneesIn the meadow, busy with the new-cut hay,Trying, I thought, to set it up on end,I went to show you how to make it stay,If that was your idea, against the breeze,And, if you asked me, even help pretendTo make […]

Something inspires the only cow of lateTo make no more of a wall than an open gate,And think no more of wall-builders than fools.Her face is flecked with pomace and she droolsA cider syrup. Having tasted fruit,She scorns a pasture withering to the root.She runs from tree to tree where lie and sweetenThe windfalls spiked […]

Range-Finding

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The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strungAnd cut a flower beside a ground bird’s nestBefore it stained a single human breast.The stricken flower bent double and so hung.And still the bird revisited her young.A butterfly its fall had dispossessedA moment sought in air his flower of rest,Then lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung. On the […]

The Hill Wife

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LONELINESS (Her Word) One ought not to have to careSo much as you and ICare when the birds come round the houseTo seem to say good-bye; Or care so much when they come backWith whatever it is they sing;The truth being we are as muchToo glad for the one thing As we are too sad […]

House Fear

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Always–I tell you this they learned–Always at night when they returnedTo the lonely house from far awayTo lamps unlighted and fire gone gray,They learned to rattle the lock and keyTo give whatever might chance to beWarning and time to be off in flight:And preferring the out- to the in-door night,They learned to leave the house-door […]

The Smile

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(Her Word) I didn’t like the way he went away.That smile! It never came of being gay.Still he smiled–did you see him?–I was sure!Perhaps because we gave him only breadAnd the wretch knew from that that we were poor.Perhaps because he let us give insteadOf seizing from us as he might have seized.Perhaps he mocked […]

Bond And Free

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Love has earth to which she clingsWith hills and circling arms about–Wall within wall to shut fear out.But Thought has need of no such things,For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings. On snow and sand and turf, I seeWhere Love has left a printed traceWith straining in the world’s embrace.And such is Love and […]

Birches

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When I see birches bend to left and rightAcross the lines of straighter darker trees,I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.But swinging doesn’t bend them down to stay.Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen themLoaded with ice a sunny winter morningAfter a rain. They click upon themselvesAs the breeze rises, and turn […]

Pea Brush

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I walked down alone Sunday after churchTo the place where John has been cutting treesTo see for myself about the birchHe said I could have to bush my peas. The sun in the new-cut narrow gapWas hot enough for the first of May,And stifling hot with the odor of sapFrom stumps still bleeding their life […]

You come to fetch me from my work to-nightWhen supper’s on the table, and we’ll seeIf I can leave off burying the whiteSoft 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 you lose sightOf what you came for […]

A Time To Talk

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When a friend calls to me from the roadAnd slows his horse to a meaning walk,I don’t stand still and look aroundOn all the hills I haven’t hoed,And shout from where I am, What is it?No, not as there is a time to talk.I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,Blade-end up and five feet […]

She stood against the kitchen sink, and lookedOver the sink out through a dusty windowAt weeds the water from the sink made tall.She wore her cape; her hat was in her hand.Behind her was confusion in the room,Of chairs turned upside down to sit like peopleIn other chairs, and something, come to look,For every room […]

The Telephone

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“When I was just as far as I could walkFrom here to-day,There was an hourAll stillWhen leaning with my head against a flowerI heard you talk.Don’t say I didn’t, for I heard you say–You spoke from that flower on the window sill–Do you remember what it was you said?” “First tell me what it was […]

As I went down the hill along the wallThere was a gate I had leaned at for the viewAnd had just turned from when I first saw youAs you came up the hill. We met. But allWe did that day was mingle great and smallFootprints in summer dust as if we drewThe figure of our […]

Hyla Brook

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By June our brook’s run out of song and speed.Sought for much after that, it will be foundEither to have gone groping underground(And taken with it all the Hyla breedThat shouted in the mist a month ago,Like ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow)–Or flourished and come up in jewel-weed,Weak foliage that is blown […]

The Oven Bird

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There is a singer everyone has heard,Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.He says that leaves are old and that for flowersMid-summer is to spring as one to ten.He says the early petal-fall is pastWhen pear and cherry bloom went down in showersOn sunny days a moment overcast;And […]

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that […]

Christmas Trees

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(A Christmas Circular Letter) The city had withdrawn into itselfAnd left at last the country to the country;When between whirls of snow not come to lieAnd whirls of foliage not yet laid, there droveA stranger to our yard, who looked the city,Yet did in country fashion in that thereHe sat and waited till he drew […]

All out of doors looked darkly in at himThrough the thin frost, almost in separate stars,That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.What kept his eyes from giving back the gazeWas the lamp tilted near them in his hand.What kept him from remembering what it wasThat brought him to that creaking room was age.He stood […]

There’s a patch of old snow in a cornerThat I should have guessedWas a blow-away paper the rainHad brought to rest. It is speckled with grime as ifSmall print overspread it,The news of a day I’ve forgotten–If I ever read it.