Treasure Island

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.
61. Mending Wall 1/3/2003
62. Mowing 1/13/2003
63. My Butterfly 1/13/2003
64. My November Guest 1/3/2003
65. Neither Out Far Nor In Deep 1/3/2003
66. Never Again Would Bird's Song Be the Same 1/3/2003
67. Not to Keep 1/3/2003
68. Nothing Gold Can Stay 1/3/2003
69. Now Close The Windows 1/13/2003
70. October 1/13/2003
71. On Looking Up by Chance at the Constellations 1/3/2003
72. Once by the Pacific 1/3/2003
73. One Step Backward Taken 1/3/2003
74. Out, Out 1/3/2003
75. Pan With Us 1/13/2003
76. Plowmen 1/13/2003
77. Provide, Provide 1/3/2003
78. Putting In The Seed 1/13/2003
79. Quandary 4/24/2003
80. Range-Finding 1/3/2003

Out, Out

The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.

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