Robert Frost Poems
|162.||Tree At My Window||1/3/2003|
|163.||A Line-Storm Song||1/3/2003|
|164.||Fireflies In The Garden||1/3/2003|
|165.||A Considerable Speck||1/3/2003|
|167.||An Old Man's Winter Night||1/3/2003|
|168.||A Servant To Servants||1/13/2003|
|169.||The Secret Sits||1/3/2003|
|171.||The Silken Tent||1/3/2003|
|172.||A Cliff Dwelling||1/3/2003|
|174.||A Patch Of Old Snow||1/3/2003|
|175.||A Boundless Moment||1/13/2003|
|177.||After Apple Picking||1/3/2003|
|178.||Asking For Roses||1/3/2003|
|179.||A Brook In The City||1/13/2003|
|180.||The Rose Family||1/3/2003|
|181.||A Prayer In Spring||1/3/2003|
|182.||A Time To Talk||1/3/2003|
|184.||A Minor Bird||1/13/2003|
|186.||A Late Walk||1/3/2003|
|187.||Acquainted With The Night||1/3/2003|
|188.||Nothing Gold Can Stay||1/3/2003|
|189.||Fire And Ice||1/3/2003|
|190.||Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening||1/3/2003|
|191.||The Road Not Taken||1/3/2003|
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come ...
As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music -- hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.