The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard …
Robert Frost
I have been one acquainted with the night. …
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree …
When I see birches bend to left and right …
The city had withdrawn into itself …
The way a crow …
Some say the world will end in fire, …
Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, …
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs …
Why make so much of fragmentary blue …
Spades take up leaves …
This saying good-by on the edge of the dark …
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs …
The living come with grassy tread …
A Stranger came to the door at eve, …
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, …
There was never a sound beside the wood but one, …
They sent him back to her. The letter came …
Nature’s first green is gold, …
O hushed October morning mild, …
The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung …
Out through the fields and the woods …
Whose woods these are I think I know. …
Before man came to blow it right …
I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening …
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table …
The land was ours before we were the land’s. …
The house had gone to bring again …
There is a singer everyone has heard, …
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; …
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, …
Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall, …
I wonder about the trees. …
"You know Orion always comes up sideways. …
I went to turn the grass once after one …
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day, …
I slumbered with your poems on my breast …