I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~ And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud And goes down burning into the gulf below, No voice in nature… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
I see for Nature no defeat In one tree's overthrow Or for myself in my retreat For yet another blow. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is not to bar Our passage to… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all.… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The trees that have it in their pent-up buds To darken nature and be summer woods. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Now close the windows and hush all the fields: If the trees must, let them silently toss. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working when you get up in the morning, and doesn't stop until you get to the… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
When I see birches bend to left and right... I like to think some boy's been swinging them. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“The promising young poets, the hopefuls? I'd name Richard Wilbur, Peter Viereck, Karl Shapiro, Elizabeth Bishop, Robert Lowell, John Ciardi...Leonard Bacon...but it is still… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Lord, I have loved Your sky, Be it said against or for me, Have loved it clear and high, Or low and stormy... — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Let him that is without stone among you cast the first thing he can lay his hands on. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
It is only a moment here and a moment there that the greatest writer has. Some cognizance of the fact must be taken in… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
And of course there must be something wrong In wanting to silence any song. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But now the theory goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is,… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
What an exciting age it is we live in With all this talk about the hope of youth And nothing made of youth. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
