A Boundless Moment
He halted in the wind, and--what was that / Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
Robert Frost
14 poems
Acceptance
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud / And goes down burning into the gulf below,
Come In
As I came to the edge of the woods, / Thrush music -- hark!
Gathering Leaves
Spades take up leaves / No better than spoons,
On Going Unnoticed
As vain to raise a voice as a sigh / In the tumult of free leaves on high.
On Looking Up By Chance At The Constellations
You'll wait a long, long time for anything much / To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud
Riders
The surest thing there is is we are riders, / And though none too successful at it, guiders,
Spring Pools
These pools that, though in forests, still reflect / The total sky almost without defect,
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know. / His house is in the village though;
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, / And sorry I could not travel both
The Onset
Always the same, when on a fated night / At last the gathered snow lets down as white
The Valley's Singing Day
The sound of the closing outside door was all. / You made no sound in the grass with your footfall,
To Earthward
Love at the lips was touch / As sweet as I could bear;
What Fifty Said
When I was young my teachers were the old. / I gave up fire for form till I was cold.