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Frost Poems
Frost Poems
A Collection of Poems.
Robert Frost.
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Out, Out.
A Girl’s Garden.
After Apple Picking.
Birches.
Dust of Snow.
Fire and Ice. Click on a poem to go to the first line of
that poem.
For Once, Then Something.
Good-bye, and Keep Cold. Note:
Mending Wall. The best way to read this ebook is in Full
Neither Out Far Nor In Deep. Screen mode: click View, Full Screen to set
Nothing Gold Can Stay. Adobe Acrobat to Full Screen View. This mode
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Once By The Pacific.
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Putting in the Seed. Escape to exit the Full Screen View.
Range-Finding.
Spring Pools.
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening.
The Death of the Hired Man.
The Oven Bird.
The Pasture.
The Road Not Taken.
The Rose Family.
The Sound of Trees.
The Star-Splitter.
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Out, Out.
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.
The Poetry of And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
Robert Frost. 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.
Call it a day, I wish they might have said
To please the boy by giving him the half hour
That a boy counts so much when saved from work.
His sister stood beside them in her apron
To tell them “Supper.” At the word, the saw,
As if to prove saws knew what supper meant,
Leaped out at the boy’s hand, or seemed to leap—
He must have given the hand. However it was,
Neither refused the meeting. But the hand!
The boy’s first outcry was a rueful laugh,
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But I was going to say when Truth broke in From a twig’s having lashed across it open.
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm I’d like to get away from earth awhile
(Now am I free to be poetical?)
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He gives his harness bells a shake “When was I ever anything but kind to him?
To ask if there is some mistake. But I’ll not have the fellow back,” he said.
The only other sound’s the sweep “I told him so last haying, didn’t I?
Of easy wind and downy flake. ‘If he left then,’ I said, ‘that ended it.’
What good is he? Who else will harbour him
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. At his age for the little he can do?
But I have promises to keep, What help he is there’s no depending on.
And miles to go before I sleep, Off he goes always when I need him most.
And miles to go before I sleep. ‘He thinks he ought to earn a little pay,
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Any fixed wages, though I wish I could.’ Nothing would do: he just kept nodding off.”
‘Someone else can.’ ‘Then someone else will have to.’
I shouldn’t mind his bettering himself “What did he say? Did he say anything?”
If that was what it was. You can be certain,
When he begins like that, there’s someone at him “But little.”
Trying to coax him off with pocket-money,—
In haying time, when any help is scarce. “Anything? Mary, confess
In winter he comes back to us. I’m done.” He said he’d come to ditch the meadow for me.”
“I want him to: he’ll have to soon or late.” “But did he? I just want to know.”
“He’s worn out. He’s asleep beside the stove. “Of course he did. What would you have him say?
When I came up from Rowe’s I found him here, Surely you wouldn’t grudge the poor old man
Huddled against the barn-door fast asleep, Some humble way to save his self-respect.
A miserable sight, and frightening, too— He added, if you really care to know,
You needn’t smile—I didn’t recognise him— He meant to clear the upper pasture, too.
I wasn’t looking for him—and he’s changed. That sounds like something you have heard before?
Wait till you see.” Warren, I wish you could have heard the way
He jumbled everything. I stopped to look
“Where did you say he’d been?” Two or three times—he made me feel so queer—
To see if he was talking in his sleep.
“He didn’t say. I dragged him to the house, He ran on Harold Wilson—you remember—
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And gave him tea and tried to make him smoke. The boy you had in haying four years since.
I tried to make him talk about his travels. He’s finished school, and teaching in his college.
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Silas declares you’ll have to get him back. He wanted to go over that. But most of all
He says they two will make a team for work: He thinks if he could have another chance
Between them they will lay this farm as smooth! To teach him how to build a load of hay——”
The way he mixed that in with other things.
He thinks young Wilson a likely lad, though daft “I know, that’s Silas’ one accomplishment.
On education—you know how they fought He bundles every forkful in its place,
All through July under the blazing sun, And tags and numbers it for future reference,
Silas up on the cart to build the load, So he can find and easily dislodge it
Harold along beside to pitch it on.” In the unloading. Silas does that well.
He takes it out in bunches like big birds’ nests.
“Yes, I took care to keep well out of earshot.” You never see him standing on the hay
He’s trying to lift, straining to lift himself.”
“Well, those days trouble Silas like a dream.
You wouldn’t think they would. How some things linger! “He thinks if he could teach him that, he’d be
Harold’s young college boy’s assurance piqued him. Some good perhaps to someone in the world.
After so many years he still keeps finding He hates to see a boy the fool of books.
Good arguments he sees he might have used. Poor Silas, so concerned for other folk,
I sympathise. I know just how it feels And nothing to look backward to with pride,
To think of the right thing to say too late. And nothing to look forward to with hope,
Harold’s associated in his mind with Latin. So now and never any different.”
He asked me what I thought of Harold’s saying
He studied Latin like the violin Part of a moon was falling down the west,
Because he liked it—that an argument! Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills.
He said he couldn’t make the boy believe Its light poured softly in her lap. She saw
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He could find water with a hazel prong— And spread her apron to it. She put out her hand
Which showed how much good school had ever done him. Among the harp-like morning-glory strings,
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Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves, Silas has walked that far no doubt to-day.
As if she played unheard the tenderness Why didn’t he go there? His brother’s rich,
That wrought on him beside her in the night. A somebody—director in the bank.”
“Warren,” she said, “he has come home to die:
You needn’t be afraid he’ll leave you this time.” “He never told us that.”
“Yes, what else but home? “I think his brother ought to help, of course.
It all depends on what you mean by home. I’ll see to that if there is need. He ought of right
Of course he’s nothing to us, any more To take him in, and might be willing to—
Than was the hound that came a stranger to us He may be better than appearances.
Out of the woods, worn out upon the trail.” But have some pity on Silas. Do you think
If he’d had any pride in claiming kin
“Home is the place where, when you have to go there, Or anything he looked for from his brother,
They have to take you in.” He’d keep so still about him all this time?”
Than on his brother? Thirteen little miles As anyone. He won’t be made ashamed
As the road winds would bring him to his door. To please his brother, worthless though he is.”
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“What do you want with one of those blame things?” For to be social is to be forgiving.
I asked him well beforehand. “Don’t you get one!” Our thief, the one who does our stealing from us,
“Don’t call it blamed; there isn’t anything
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As on a farm, but planets, evening stars Do we know any better where we are,
That varied in their hue from red to green. And how it stands between the night to-night
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To E. T.
I slumbered with your poems on my breast
Spread open as I dropped them half-read through
Like dove wings on a figure on a tomb
To see, if in a dream they brought of you,