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

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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