Robert Frost Poems
|161.||Tree At My Window||1/3/2003|
|163.||Dust Of Snow||1/3/2003|
|164.||A Cliff Dwelling||1/3/2003|
|165.||The Silken Tent||1/3/2003|
|166.||The Secret Sits||1/3/2003|
|167.||Fireflies In The Garden||1/3/2003|
|168.||A Line-Storm Song||1/3/2003|
|172.||An Old Man's Winter Night||1/3/2003|
|173.||A Considerable Speck||1/3/2003|
|174.||A Patch Of Old Snow||1/3/2003|
|175.||After Apple Picking||1/3/2003|
|176.||A Boundless Moment||1/13/2003|
|178.||A Brook In The City||1/13/2003|
|179.||The Rose Family||1/3/2003|
|180.||Asking For Roses||1/3/2003|
|181.||A Time To Talk||1/3/2003|
|182.||A Prayer In Spring||1/3/2003|
|184.||A Minor Bird||1/13/2003|
|186.||Acquainted With The Night||1/3/2003|
|187.||A Late Walk||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 ...
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.