Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Robert Frost Poems

If you see a poem only with title, it is listed that way because of copyright reasons.
81. Neither Out Far Nor In Deep 1/3/2003
82. My November Guest 1/3/2003
83. My Butterfly 1/13/2003
84. Mowing 1/13/2003
85. Mending Wall 1/3/2003
86. Meeting And Passing 1/13/2003
87. Love And A Question 1/13/2003
88. Lodged 11/21/2014
89. Leaves Compared with Flowers 1/3/2003
90. Iris By Night 3/30/2010
91. Iota Subscript 3/30/2010
92. Into My Own 1/13/2003
93. In White 1/1/2004
94. In the Home Stretch 1/9/2015
95. In Neglect 1/13/2003
96. In Hardwood Groves 1/13/2003
97. In Equal Sacrifice 3/29/2010
98. In A Vale 3/29/2010
99. In A Poem 1/20/2003
100. In a Disused Graveyard 1/3/2003

A Time to Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall

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