Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Poems of Robert Frost

If you see a poem only with title, it is listed that way because of copyright reasons.
41. Gathering Leaves 1/13/2003
42. Ghost House 1/13/2003
43. God's Garden 3/29/2010
44. Going For Water 1/13/2003
45. Good-bye, and Keep Cold 1/3/2003
46. Hannibal 1/13/2003
47. Home Burial 1/13/2003
48. Hyla Brook 1/13/2003
49. In a Disused Graveyard 1/3/2003
50. In A Poem 1/20/2003
51. In A Vale 3/29/2010
52. In Equal Sacrifice 3/29/2010
53. In Hardwood Groves 1/13/2003
54. In Neglect 1/13/2003
55. In White 1/1/2004
56. Into My Own 1/13/2003
57. Iota Subscript 3/30/2010
58. Iris By Night 3/30/2010
59. Leaves Compared with Flowers 1/3/2003
60. Lodged 11/21/2014

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

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