I’ve known ere now an interfering
Of alder catch my lifted axe behin
But that was in the woods, to hold
From striking at another alder’s r
And that was, as I say, an alder

Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
I make a great noise

Two roads diverged in a yellow woo
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I c
To where it bent in the undergrowt

SHE stood against the kitchen sin
Over the sink out through a dusty
At weeds the water from the sink m
She wore her cape; her hat was in
Behind her was confusion in the ro

The surest thing there is is we ar
And though none too successful at
Through everything presented, land
And now the very air, of what we r
What is this talked-of mystery of

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.

No speed of wind or water rushing
But you have speed far greater. Y
Back up a stream of radiance to th
And back through history up the st
And you were given this swiftness,

Seek not in me the big I capital,
Not yet the little dotted in me se
If I have in me any I at all,
'Tis the iota subscript of the Gr
So small am I as an attention beg

If, as they say, some dust thrown
Will keep my talk from getting ove
I’m not the one for putting off th
Let it be overwhelming, off a roof
And round a corner, blizzard snow

Afield at dusk
What things for dream there are wh
Moving amond tall haycocks lightly
I enter alone upon the stubbled fi
From which the laborers’ voices la