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;
The city had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to the coun… When between whirls of snow not come to… And whirls of foliage not yet laid, ther… A stranger to our yard, who looked the c…
All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separa… That gathers on the pane in empty rooms. What kept his eyes from giving back the… Was the lamp tilted near them in his han…
You were forever finding some new play. So when I saw you down on hands and kne… In the meadow, busy with the new-cut hay… Trying, I thought, to set it up on end, I went to show you how to make it stay,
There’s a patch of old snow in a corner That I should have guessed Was a blow—away paper the rain Had brought to rest. It is speckled with grime as if
She stood against the kitchen sink, and… Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water from the sink made ta… She wore her cape; her hat was in her ha… Behind her was confusion in the room,
“When I was just as far as I could walk From here today, There was an hour All still When leaning with my head against a flow…
As I went down the hill along the wall There was a gate I had leaned at for th… And had just turned from when I first s… As you came up the hill. We met. But al… We did that day was mingle great and sma…
By June our brook’s run out of song and… Sought for much after that, it will be f… Either to have gone groping underground (And taken with it all the Hyla breed That shouted in the mist a month ago,
There is a singer everyone has heard, Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird, Who makes the solid tree trunks sound ag… He says that leaves are old and that for… Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten.
Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about— Wall within wall to shut fear out. But Thought has need of no such things, For Thought has a pair of dauntless win…
When I see birches bend to left and rig… Across the lines of straighter darker tr… I like to think some boy’s been swinging… But swinging doesn’t bend them down to s… As ice-storms do. Often you must have…
I WALKED down alone Sunday after chu… To the place where John has been cuttin… To see for myself about the birch He said I could have to bush my peas. The sun in the new-cut narrow gap
YOU come to fetch me from my work to-ni… When supper’s on the table, and we’ll se… If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen from the apple tree. (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren qui…
When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don’t stand still and look around On all the hills I haven’t hoed, And shout from where I am, What is it?
Something inspires the only cow of late To make no more of a wall than an open g… And think no more of wall—builders than… Her face is flecked with pomace and she… A cider syrup. Having tasted fruit,
ONCE on the kind of day called “weathe… When the heat slowly hazes and the sun By its own power seems to be undone, I was half boring through, half climbing… A swamp of cedar. Choked with oil of ce…
The battle rent a cobweb diamond—strung And cut a flower beside a ground bird’s… Before it stained a single human breast. The stricken flower bent double and so h… And still the bird revisited her young.
Her Word One ought not to have to care So much as you and I Care when the birds come round the house To seem to say good—bye;
“OH, let’s go up the hill and scare our… As reckless as the best of them to-night… By setting fire to all the brush we pile… With pitchy hands to wait for rain or sn… Oh, let’s not wait for rain to make it s…
A neighbor of mine in the village Likes to tell how one spring When she was a girl on the farm, she did A childlike thing. One day she asked her father
When we locked up the house at night, We always locked the flowers outside And cut them off from window light. The time I dreamed the door was tried And brushed with buttons upon sleeves,
As I went out a Crow In a low voice said, 'Oh, I was looking for you. How do you do? I just came to tell you
The buzz—saw snarled and rattled in the… And made dust and dropped stove—length s… Sweet—scented stuff when the breeze drew… And from there those that lifted eyes co… Five mountain ranges one behind the othe…
BROWN lived at such a lofty farm That everyone for miles could see His lantern when he did his chores In winter after half-past three. And many must have seen him make
There overtook me and drew me in To his down-hill, early-morning stride, And set me five miles on my road Better than if he had had me ride, A man with a swinging bag for load
HERE come the line-gang pioneering by. They throw a forest down less cut than b… They plant dead trees for living, and th… They string together with a living threa… They string an instrument against the sk…
He is said to have been the last Red ma… In Action. And the Miller is said to h… If you like to call such a sound a laugh… But he gave no one else a laugher’s lice… For he turned suddenly grave as if to sa…
The three stood listening to a fresh acc… Of wind that caught against the house a… Gulped snow, and then blew free again—th… Dressed, but dishevelled from some hours… Meserve belittled in the great skin coat…
I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place?
