Robert Frost

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

Stars - Poem by Robert Frost

How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--

As if with keenness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,--

And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.

Comments about Stars by Robert Frost

  • Reshma Elza Ulahannan (3/27/2016 2:57:00 AM)

    snow, blow! -
    fate, rest
    on, dawn,
    nice rhyme scheme ababab....
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  • Alem Hailu G/kristos (12/16/2015 9:00:00 AM)

    It describes the nocturnal sky.I like this poet! (Report) Reply

  • (12/14/2015 3:42:00 AM)

    am still searching for those stars at night they're rarity here...nice (Report) Reply

  • Samra Haq (6/17/2015 6:26:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem with beautiful rhyming. (Report) Reply

  • (6/5/2014 10:44:00 PM)

    ........a wonderful poem.....would love to see millions of stars on a cloudless night....enjoyed... (Report) Reply

  • Dawn Fuzan (5/14/2014 4:48:00 PM)

    Robert This is an interesting piece of poetry keep it up. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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