Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)
Poems of Robert Frost
|1.||"In White": Frost's Early Version Of Design||1/13/2003|
|2.||A Boundless Moment||1/13/2003|
|3.||A Brook In The City||1/13/2003|
|4.||A Cliff Dwelling||1/3/2003|
|5.||A Considerable Speck||1/3/2003|
|6.||A Dream Pang||1/3/2003|
|7.||A Late Walk||1/3/2003|
|8.||A Line-Storm Song||1/3/2003|
|9.||A Minor Bird||1/13/2003|
|10.||A Patch of Old Snow||1/3/2003|
|11.||A Prayer in Spring||1/3/2003|
|13.||A Servant To Servants||1/13/2003|
|15.||A Time to Talk||1/3/2003|
|16.||Acquainted with the Night||1/3/2003|
|17.||After Apple Picking||1/3/2003|
|18.||An Old Man's Winter Night||1/3/2003|
|19.||Asking for Roses||1/3/2003|
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And 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 count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.