CategoryRobert Frost

Fire and Ice


Some say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I’ve tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice.
Robert Frost

A Minor Bird


I have wished a bird would fly away,And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the doorWhen it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me.The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of course there must be something wrongIn wanting to silence any song.
Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)


The Road Not Taken


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally layIn...

Acquainted with the Night


I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain — and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.I have passed by the watchman on his beatAnd dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still and stopped the sound of feetWhen far away an interrupted cryCame over houses from another street, But not to call me...