Asking For Roses Poem by Robert Frost

Asking For Roses

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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.

Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: rose
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Tiong Chunghoo 30 December 2006

love the poem. greatness of sun so quietly supporting life.

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* Sunprincess * 26 October 2012

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.. :)

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Mudnainah Farah 20 February 2013

Enchanting poem this is, :)

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Bhavya Kaman 05 March 2012

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

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Annamaria Fernandez 13 April 2012

beautiful btw check out my poem time

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david 18 November 2019

my. it is very sexy and wet

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Gypsy 10 February 2019

Travesty to have Frost read by some distant digital voice.

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Savita Tyagi 01 June 2018

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

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Adrian Flett 01 June 2018

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.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 01 June 2018

One of the great poems by Robert Frost??????

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