Robert Frost

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

Asking For Roses - Poem by Robert Frost

A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
With doors that none but the wind ever closes,
Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;
It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.

I pass by that way in the gloaming with Mary;
'I wonder,' I say, 'who the owner of those is.'
'Oh, no one you know,' she answers me airy,
'But one we must ask if we want any roses.'

So we must join hands in the dew coming coldly
There in the hush of the wood that reposes,
And turn and go up to the open door boldly,
And knock to the echoes as beggars for roses.

'Pray, are you within there, Mistress Who-were-you? '
'Tis Mary that speaks and our errand discloses.
'Pray, are you within there? Bestir you, bestir you!
'Tis summer again; there's two come for roses.

'A word with you, that of the singer recalling-
Old Herrick: a saying that every maid knows is
A flower unplucked is but left to the falling,
And nothing is gained by not gathering roses.'

We do not loosen our hands' intertwining
(Not caring so very much what she supposes) ,
There when she comes on us mistily shining
And grants us by silence the boon of her roses.

Topic(s) of this poem: rose


Comments about Asking For Roses by Robert Frost

  • Savita Tyagi (6/1/2018 9:23:00 AM)


    Such a beautiful poem by Robert Frost. Thank you for posting. Needs to be read again and again. (Report) Reply

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  • Adrian Flett (6/1/2018 4:59:00 AM)


    The rhythm of the life cycle embodied in the moment and if allowed to past may not return. Great feeling of the transience of life's opportunities. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (6/1/2018 1:39:00 AM)


    One of the great poems by Robert Frost👍👍👍 (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (6/1/2018 1:37:00 AM)


    Roses of love! !

    The boon of her roses.

    Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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  • Mahtab Bangalee (6/1/2018 12:54:00 AM)


    rose is heavenly boon for human being-

    There when she comes on us mistily shining
    And grants us by silence the boon of her roses.
    (Report) Reply

  • Britte Ninad (6/1/2018 12:41:00 AM)


    LOVE is flourished within rose -

    'A word with you, that of the singer recalling-
    Old Herrick: a saying that every maid knows is
    A flower unplucked is but left to the falling,
    And nothing is gained by not gathering roses.'
    (Report) Reply

    (6/1/2018 4:18:00 AM)

    You come up stinking like a sociopath Judith Blatherwick. The filth is all Over you from that mind.

  • Akachukwu Lekwauwa (8/6/2016 12:28:00 AM)


    a flower unpluged is but left to the falling,.........i love roses (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (3/22/2016 1:35:00 PM)


    nothing is gained by not gathering roses.' - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - a perfect line, it stands there in our memory whispering itself over and over again
    (Report) Reply

  • (2/15/2015 3:33:00 PM)


    I love this. (Report) Reply

  • Georgios Venetopoulos (9/17/2014 5:01:00 PM)


    An allegoric poem following no specific metrical form, but flowing nicely. ((And nothing is gained by not gathering roses)) I am impressed by this line, by the poem as a tightly assembled unit and I'll offer it an 8. (Report) Reply

  • (9/8/2014 3:31:00 AM)


    A great poem from the great poet and likes it much. (Report) Reply

  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 3:03:00 AM)


    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out (Report) Reply

  • (9/9/2013 4:47:00 PM)


    beautiful. really unexpected and, yes, enchanting. a misty quality indeed (Report) Reply

  • (9/9/2013 4:47:00 PM)


    beautiful. really unexpected and, yes, enchanting. a misty quality indeed (Report) Reply

  • Mudnainah Farah (2/20/2013 2:33:00 PM)


    Enchanting poem this is, :) (Report) Reply

  • (10/26/2012 12:10:00 AM)


    wow..this poem is very unforgettable..love the mysterious quality
    of the empty house with no mistress..but yet they go to the house
    to ask for roses..is there someone actually living there or just a
    ghost? ..fabulous write.. :)
    (Report) Reply

  • Annamaria Fernandez (4/13/2012 11:16:00 AM)


    beautiful btw check out my poem time (Report) Reply

  • (3/5/2012 12:20:00 PM)


    Beautiful poem... I really love the way it is narrated. So simple yet authentic in its own way. (Report) Reply

  • john tiong chunghoo (12/30/2006 12:41:00 PM)


    love the poem. greatness of sun so quietly supporting life. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 20, 2015


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