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.
81. Quandary 4/24/2003
82. Range-Finding 1/3/2003
83. Reluctance 1/13/2003
84. Revelation 1/3/2003
85. Rose Pogonias 1/13/2003
86. Spoils Of The Dead 3/29/2010
87. Spring Pools 1/3/2003
88. Stars 1/3/2003
89. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening 1/3/2003
90. Storm Fear 3/30/2010
91. The Aim Was Song 1/3/2003
92. The Armful 1/13/2003
93. The Axe-Helve 3/29/2010
94. The Bear 1/13/2003
95. The Black Cottage 3/29/2010
96. The Bonfire 3/29/2010
97. The Code—Heroics 3/29/2010
98. The Cow In Apple-Time 1/13/2003
99. The Death of the Hired Man 1/3/2003
100. The Demiurge's Laugh 1/3/2003

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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