Robert Frost Poems
|1.||The Road Not Taken||1/3/2003|
|2.||Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening||1/3/2003|
|3.||Fire and Ice||1/3/2003|
|4.||Nothing Gold Can Stay||1/3/2003|
|5.||Acquainted with the Night||1/3/2003|
|6.||A Late Walk||1/3/2003|
|8.||A Minor Bird||1/13/2003|
|10.||A Prayer in Spring||1/3/2003|
|11.||A Time to Talk||1/3/2003|
|12.||Asking for Roses||1/3/2003|
|13.||A Boundless Moment||1/13/2003|
|14.||A Brook In The City||1/13/2003|
|15.||After Apple Picking||1/3/2003|
|17.||A Patch of Old Snow||1/3/2003|
|18.||A Cliff Dwelling||1/3/2003|
|19.||A Considerable Speck||1/3/2003|
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 two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.
I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight