Mending Wall

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps…

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The Home Burial

He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over her shoulder at some fear….

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The Bond And Free

Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about- Wall within wall to shut fear out. But Thought has need of…

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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his…

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The Death Of The Hired Man

Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage…

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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one…

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The Rose Family

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, and…

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The Sound Of The Trees

I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling…

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Fire And Ice

Some say the world will end in fire; Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire….

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Bond And Free

Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about- Wall within wall to shut fear out. But Thought has need of…

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Borches

When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy’s been swinging them….

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Borches

When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy’s been swinging them….

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After Apple Picking

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 there may be…

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Acquanted 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…

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