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Robert Frost

Robert Frost

Time Out: The Rabbit Hunter

Careless and still
The hunter lurks
With gun depressed,
Facing alone
The alder swamps
Ghastly snow-white.
And his hound works
In the offing there
Like one possessed,
And yelps delight
And sings and romps,
Bringing him on
The shadowy hare
For him to rend
And deal a death
That he nor it
(Nor I) have wit
To comprehend.

#1942 #AmericanWriters #AWitnessTree #PulitzerPrize

Altre opere di Robert Frost...
Evening in a Sugar Orchard

From where I lingered in a lull i… outside the sugar-house one night… I called the fireman with a carefu… And bade him leave the pan and sto… ‘O fireman, give the fire another…
 1
Ten Mills: Pertinax

Let chaos storm! Let cloud shapes swarm! I wait for form.
One Or Two: The Wind And The Rain

That far-off day the leaves in fli… Were letting in the colder light. A season-ending wind there blew That as it did the forest strew I leaned on with a singing trust
One Or Two: The Subverted Flower

She drew back; he was calm: “It is this that had the power.” And he lashed his open palm With the tender-headed flower. He smiled for her to smile,
The Oft

She had no saying dark enough For the dark pine that kept Forever trying the window latch Of the room where they slept. The tireless but ineffectual hands
New Hampshire

I met a lady from the South who s… (You won’t believe she said it, bu… ‘None of my family ever worked, or… A thing to sell.’ I don’t suppose… Much matters. You may work for al…
The Freedom of the Moon

I’ve tried the new moon tilted in… Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cl… As you might try a jewel in your h… I’ve tried it fine with little bre… Alone, or in one ornament combinin…
 1
Regatta at Sainte-Adresse, by Claude Monet
Taken Singly: Neither Out Far Nor in Deep

The people along the sand All turn and look one way. They turn their back on the land. They look at the sea all day. As long as it takes to pass
 2
The Pasture

I’m going out to clean the pasture… I’ll only stop to rake the leaves… (And wait to watch the water clear… I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come… I’m going out to fetch the little…
 1
 2
An Encounter

ONCE on the kind of day called “… When the heat slowly hazes and the… By its own power seems to be undon… I was half boring through, half cl… A swamp of cedar. Choked with oil…
 2
My Butterfly

Thine emulous fond flowers are dea… And the daft sun—assaulter, he That frighted thee so oft, is fled… Save only me (Nor is it sad to thee!)
The Aim Was Song

Before man to blow to right The wind once blew itself untaught… And did its loudest day and night In any rough place where it caught… Man came to tell it what was wrong…
 1
Fragmentary Blue

Why make so much of fragmentary bl… In here and there a bird, or butte… Or flower, or wearing—stone, or op… When heaven presents in sheets the… Since earth is earth, perhaps, not…
Hugo Erfurth with dog, by Otto Dix
Ten Mills: The Span of Life

The old dog barks backwards withou… I can remember when he was a pup.
 2
Taken Doubly: A Lone Striker

The swinging mill bell changed its… To tolling like the count of fate, And though at that the tardy ran, One failed to make the closing gat… There was a law of God or man



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