Robert Frost Poems
|162.||"In White": Frost's Early Version Of Design||1/13/2003|
|163.||The Secret Sits||1/3/2003|
|164.||Tree At My Window||1/3/2003|
|165.||Fireflies In The Garden||1/3/2003|
|166.||The Silken Tent||1/3/2003|
|168.||A Cliff Dwelling||1/3/2003|
|170.||An Old Man's Winter Night||1/3/2003|
|172.||A Boundless Moment||1/13/2003|
|173.||A Line-Storm Song||1/3/2003|
|174.||A Considerable Speck||1/3/2003|
|176.||After Apple Picking||1/3/2003|
|177.||A Patch Of Old Snow||1/3/2003|
|178.||A Brook In The City||1/13/2003|
|179.||Asking For Roses||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|
|185.||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.