Robert Frost Poems
|66.||Putting In The Seed||1/13/2003|
|69.||Place for a Third||2/2/2015|
|71.||Pan With Us||1/13/2003|
|73.||One Step Backward Taken||1/3/2003|
|74.||Once by the Pacific||1/3/2003|
|75.||On Looking Up by Chance at the Constellations||1/3/2003|
|77.||Now Close The Windows||1/13/2003|
|78.||Nothing Gold Can Stay||1/3/2003|
|79.||Not to Keep||1/3/2003|
|80.||Never Again Would Bird's Song Be the Same||1/3/2003|
The Door in the Dark
In going from room to room in the dark,
I reached out blindly to save my face,
But neglected, however lightly, to lace
My fingers and close my arms in an arc.
A slim door got in past my guard,
And hit me a blow in the head so hard
I had my native simile jarred.
So people and things don't pair any more
With what they used to pair with before.