Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)
Poems of Robert Frost
|42.||Going For Water||1/13/2003|
|43.||Good-bye, and Keep Cold||1/3/2003|
|47.||In a Disused Graveyard||1/3/2003|
|48.||In A Poem||1/20/2003|
|49.||In A Vale||3/29/2010|
|50.||In Equal Sacrifice||3/29/2010|
|51.||In Hardwood Groves||1/13/2003|
|54.||Into My Own||1/13/2003|
|56.||Iris By Night||3/30/2010|
|57.||Leaves Compared with Flowers||1/3/2003|
|58.||Love And A Question||1/13/2003|
|59.||Meeting And Passing||1/13/2003|
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.