West Running Brook by Robert Frost ‘Fred, where is north?’ ‘North? North is there, my love. The brook runs west.’ ‘West—running Brook then call it. (West—Running Brook men call it t
Pea Brush by Robert Frost I WALKED down alone Sunday aft To the place where John has been To see for myself about the birch He said I could have to bush my p The sun in the new-cut narrow gap
Leaves Compared With Flowers by Robert Frost A tree’s leaves may be ever so goo So may its bar, so may its wood; But unless you put the right thing It never will show much flower or But I may be one who does not car
For Once, Then, Something by Robert Frost Others taunt me with having knelt Always wrong to the light, so neve Deeper down in the well than where Gives me back in a shining surface Me myself in the summer heaven god 1
Iota Subscript by Robert Frost 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
Blue-Butterfly Day by Robert Frost It is blue-butterfly day here in s And with these sky-flakes down in There is more unmixed color on the Than flowers will show for days un But these are flowers that fly and 1
Departmental by Robert Frost An ant on the tablecloth Ran into a dormant moth Of many times his size. He showed not the least surprise. His business wasn’t with such.
A Line by Robert Frost The line-storm clouds fly tattered The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones And the hoof-prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for
After Apple-Picking by Robert Frost My long two-pointed ladder’s stick Toward heaven still, And there’s a barrel that I didn’ Beside it, and there may be two or Apples I didn’t pick upon some bo
A Peck of Gold by Robert Frost Dust always blowing about the town Except when sea—fog laid it down, And I was one of the children tol Some of the blowing dust was gold. All the dust the wind blew high