Robert Frost Poems
|47.||Dust in the Eyes||3/11/2016|
|48.||Dust Of Snow||1/3/2003|
|49.||Evening In A Sugar Orchard||1/13/2003|
|50.||Fire And Ice||1/3/2003|
|51.||Fireflies In The Garden||1/3/2003|
|53.||For Once, Then, Something||1/3/2003|
|58.||Going For Water||1/13/2003|
|60.||Good-Bye, And Keep Cold||1/3/2003|
|64.||I Will Sing You One-O||3/10/2016|
|66.||In A Disused Graveyard||1/3/2003|
|67.||In A Poem||1/20/2003|
|68.||In A Vale||3/29/2010|
|69.||In Equal Sacrifice||3/29/2010|
|70.||In Hardwood Groves||1/13/2003|
|72.||In The Home Stretch||1/9/2015|
|74.||Into My Own||1/13/2003|
|76.||Iris By Night||3/30/2010|
|77.||Leaves Compared With Flowers||1/3/2003|
|80.||Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter||5/6/2015|
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To 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 the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come ...
As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music -- hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.