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.

“Home Burial”

By |2026-03-25T20:44:54-05:00March 25th, 2026|Categories: Death, Poetry, Robert Frost, Timeless Essays|

He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over her shoulder at some fear. She took a doubtful step and then undid it To raise herself and look again. He spoke Advancing toward her: ‘What is it you see From up there always—for I [...]

“Acquainted With the Night”

By |2025-05-04T13:25:02-05:00May 4th, 2025|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still and [...]

“The Draft Horse”

By |2025-03-25T17:01:38-05:00March 25th, 2025|Categories: Death, Poetry, Robert Frost|

With a lantern that wouldn't burn In too frail a buggy we drove Behind too heavy a horse Through a pitch-dark limitless grove. And a man came out of the trees And took our horse by the head And reaching back to his ribs Deliberately stabbed him dead. The ponderous beast went down With a [...]

“An Old Man’s Winter Night”

By |2024-12-20T09:25:18-06:00December 20th, 2024|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on the pane in empty rooms. What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand. What kept him from remembering what it was That brought him to [...]

“The Road Not Taken”

By |2023-07-22T08:50:33-05:00July 21st, 2023|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

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 [...]

“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 [...]

“For Once, Then, Something”

By |2025-01-28T21:28:01-06:00July 23rd, 2017|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the well than where the water Gives me back in a shining surface picture Me myself in the summer heaven godlike Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs. Once, when trying with chin [...]

“The Gift Outright”

By |2021-11-16T08:04:03-06:00March 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 |2021-11-03T20:07:45-05:00January 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. And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and [...]

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