Robert Frost

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

Going For Water - Poem by Robert Frost

The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;
Not loth to have excuse to go,
Because the autumn eve was fair
(Though chill), because the fields were ours,
And by the brook our woods were there.

We ran as if to meet the moon
That slowly dawned behind the trees,
The barren boughs without the leaves,
Without the birds, without the breeze.

But once within the wood, we paused
Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,
Ready to run to hiding new
With laughter when she found us soon.

Each laid on other a staying hand
To listen ere we dared to look,
And in the hush we joined to make
We heard, we knew we heard the brook.

A note as from a single place,
A slender tinkling fall that made
Now drops that floated on the pool
Like pearls, and now a silver blade.

Comments about Going For Water by Robert Frost

  • (4/16/2013 6:45:00 AM)

    Wonderful. I can imagine myself doing this very same thing. (Report) Reply

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  • (3/28/2013 3:09:00 PM)

    Very beautiful poem, quite extraordinary. (Report) Reply

  • (10/27/2012 8:45:00 AM)

    wow this is awesome poetry with all my favourites
    the moon, gnomes and the brook,
    so magical..fabulous!
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  • (6/24/2009 3:18:00 PM)

    Another wonderfully suggestive poem.
    The errand is to fetch water where there was none.
    Frost allows us to imagine the scene as the couple run to meet the moon through their woods, the bare autumnal trees bereft of birdsong.
    What began as a practical errand is transformed in the last two verses. The brook is no longer viewed as an object that yields water, but as a thing of beauty, to be appreciated for its own sake.
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Read poems about / on: autumn, moon, laughter, silver, house, water, running, tree

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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