Robert Frost Poems
|81.||On Looking Up By Chance At The Constellations||1/3/2003|
|82.||Once By The Pacific||1/3/2003|
|83.||One Step Backward Taken||1/3/2003|
|85.||Pan With Us||1/13/2003|
|87.||Place For A Third||2/2/2015|
|90.||Putting In The Seed||1/13/2003|
|96.||Spoils Of The Dead||3/29/2010|
|99.||Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening||1/3/2003|
|101.||The Aim Was Song||1/3/2003|
|106.||The Black Cottage||3/29/2010|
|109.||The Cow In Apple-Time||1/13/2003|
|110.||The Death Of The Hired Man||1/3/2003|
|111.||The Demiurge's Laugh||1/3/2003|
|112.||The Door In The Dark||1/27/2015|
|113.||The Exposed Nest||1/13/2003|
|115.||The Flower Boat||1/13/2003|
|116.||The Freedom Of The Moon||2/2/2015|
|117.||The Generations of Men||5/16/2015|
|118.||The Gift Outright||1/3/2003|
|120.||The Hill Wife||1/3/2003|
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 ...
The Witch of Coos
I staid the night for shelter at a farm
Behind the mountains, with a mother and son,
Two old-believers. They did all the talking.
MOTHER Folks think a witch who has familiar spirits
She 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 the button,' I would have them know.