Robert Frost Poems
|162.||The Secret Sits||1/3/2003|
|163.||Dust Of Snow||1/3/2003|
|164.||A Cliff Dwelling||1/3/2003|
|165.||A Dream Pang||1/3/2003|
|166.||Fireflies In The Garden||1/3/2003|
|167.||The Silken Tent||1/3/2003|
|170.||A Line-Storm Song||1/3/2003|
|172.||An Old Man's Winter Night||1/3/2003|
|173.||A Brook In The City||1/13/2003|
|174.||A Considerable Speck||1/3/2003|
|175.||After Apple Picking||1/3/2003|
|176.||A Boundless Moment||1/13/2003|
|178.||Asking For Roses||1/3/2003|
|179.||A Patch Of Old Snow||1/3/2003|
|180.||A Time To Talk||1/3/2003|
|181.||The Rose Family||1/3/2003|
|182.||A Prayer In Spring||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.