Robert Frost Poems
|41.||The Door In The Dark||1/27/2015|
|44.||A Hillside Thaw||3/11/2016|
|46.||The Freedom Of The Moon||2/2/2015|
|47.||The Peaceful Shepherd||12/4/2014|
|51.||The Master Speed||9/14/2013|
|52.||In Equal Sacrifice||3/29/2010|
|54.||A Peck of Gold||2/14/2016|
|55.||In A Vale||3/29/2010|
|57.||The Black Cottage||3/29/2010|
|59.||The Hill Wife||1/3/2003|
|60.||The Oft-Repeated Dream||3/30/2010|
|61.||A Girl's Garden||2/3/2015|
|63.||Iris By Night||3/30/2010|
|64.||The Objection To Being Stepped On||3/29/2010|
|65.||What Fifty Said..||3/29/2010|
|68.||Waiting -- Afield At Dusk||3/29/2010|
|72.||One Step Backward Taken||1/3/2003|
|73.||The Demiurge's Laugh||1/3/2003|
|74.||Putting In The Seed||1/13/2003|
|75.||The Need Of Being Versed In Country Things||1/3/2003|
|77.||Pan With Us||1/13/2003|
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.