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Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)
Poems of Robert Frost
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| 81. | Revelation | 1/3/2003 |
| 82. | Rose Pogonias | 1/13/2003 |
| 83. | Spoils Of The Dead | 3/29/2010 |
| 84. | Spring Pools | 1/3/2003 |
| 85. | Stars | 1/3/2003 |
| 86. | Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening | 1/3/2003 |
| 87. | Storm Fear | 3/30/2010 |
| 88. | The Aim Was Song | 1/3/2003 |
| 89. | The Armful | 1/13/2003 |
| 90. | The Axe-Helve | 3/29/2010 |
| 91. | The Bear | 1/13/2003 |
| 92. | The Black Cottage | 3/29/2010 |
| 93. | The Bonfire | 3/29/2010 |
| 94. | The Code—Heroics | 3/29/2010 |
| 95. | The Cow In Apple-Time | 1/13/2003 |
| 96. | The Death of the Hired Man | 1/3/2003 |
| 97. | The Demiurge's Laugh | 1/3/2003 |
| 98. | The Exposed Nest | 1/13/2003 |
| 99. | The Fear | 3/29/2010 |
| 100. | The Flower Boat | 1/13/2003 |
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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.
