Robert Frost

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

Robert Frost Poems

If you see a poem only with title, it is listed that way because of copyright reasons.
61. Rose Pogonias 1/13/2003
62. Revelation 1/3/2003
63. Reluctance 1/13/2003
64. Range-Finding 1/3/2003
65. Quandary 4/24/2003
66. Putting In The Seed 1/13/2003
67. Provide, Provide 1/3/2003
68. Plowmen 1/13/2003
69. Place for a Third 2/2/2015
70. Paul's Wife 2/3/2015
71. Pan With Us 1/13/2003
72. Out, Out 1/3/2003
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
76. October 1/13/2003
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

A Time to Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall

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