Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)
Poems of Robert Frost
|22.||Bond And Free||1/13/2003|
|23.||But outer Space||1/3/2003|
|32.||Dust of Snow||1/3/2003|
|33.||Evening In A Sugar Orchard||1/13/2003|
|34.||Fire and Ice||1/3/2003|
|35.||Fireflies in the Garden||1/3/2003|
|37.||For Once, Then, Something||1/3/2003|
A Boundless Moment
He halted in the wind, and -- what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.
"Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom," I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.