Robert Frost

About Robert Frost

Robert Frost (1874-1963) was an American poet. He was awarded four Pulitzer Prizes and the Congressional Gold Medal and was named poet laureate of Vermont. His most famous poems include "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," "Mending Wall," "Nothing Gold Can Stay," "Fire and Ice," "Home Burial," and "Birches." Collections of his work include The Poetry of Robert Frost: The Collected Poems, Complete and Unabridged.

“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”

By |2021-02-14T14:53:14-06:00December 1st, 2020|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. [...]

“Nothing Gold Can Stay”

By |2020-11-21T11:31:02-06:00November 21st, 2020|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. […]

“Fire and Ice”

By |2020-09-06T11:43:47-05:00September 6th, 2020|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. The Imaginative Conservative applies the [...]

“The Door in the Dark”

By |2020-10-20T16:31:44-05:00November 25th, 2018|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

In going from room to room in the dark, I reached out blindly to save my face, But neglected, however lightly, to lace My fingers and close my arms in an arc. A slim door got in past my guard, And hit me a blow in the head so hard I had my native simile [...]

“In a Disused Graveyard”

By |2020-10-21T06:34:08-05:00October 28th, 2018|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never anymore the dead. The verses in it say and say: "The ones who living come today To read the stones and go away Tomorrow dead will come to stay." So sure of death the [...]

“The Gift Outright”

By |2019-03-20T16:42:15-05:00March 25th, 2017|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

The land was ours before we were the land’s. She was our land more than a hundred years Before we were her people. She was ours In Massachusetts, in Virginia, But we were England’s, still colonials, Possessing what we still were unpossessed by, Possessed by what we now no more possessed. […]

“Out, Out —”

By |2017-06-12T14:48:13-05:00January 29th, 2017|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

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. […]

“Into My Own”

By |2016-11-06T18:11:24-06:00November 6th, 2016|Categories: Poetry|

One of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto the edge of doom. […]

The Star-Splitter

By |2017-06-13T09:53:37-05:00July 31st, 2016|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

“You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his hands, he looks in on me Busy outdoors by lantern-light with something I should have done by daylight, and indeed, After the ground is frozen, I should have done Before it froze, and a gust [...]

“Mending Wall”

By |2020-03-25T13:04:50-05:00February 28th, 2016|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not one stone on a stone, [...]

In Equal Sacrifice

By |2016-01-31T16:21:47-06:00January 31st, 2016|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

Thus of old the Douglas did: He left his land as he was bid With the royal heart of Robert the Bruce In a golden case with a golden lid, To carry the same to the Holy Land; By which we see and understand That that was the place to carry a heart At loyalty [...]

Love and a Question

By |2015-10-31T23:01:43-05:00November 8th, 2015|Categories: Love, Poetry, Robert Frost|

A stranger came to the door at eve, And he spoke the bridegroom fair. He bore a green-white stick in his hand, And, for all burden, care. He asked with the eyes more than the lips For a shelter for the night, And he turned and looked at the road afar Without a window light. [...]


By |2015-09-17T22:50:40-05:00September 27th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended; I have come by the highway home, And lo, it is ended. The leaves are all dead on the ground, Save those that the oak is keeping [...]

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