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.
101. The Flower Boat 1/13/2003
102. The Gift Outright 1/3/2003
103. The Gum-Gatherer 1/13/2003
104. The Impulse 3/29/2010
105. The Line-Gang 1/13/2003
106. The Lockless Door 1/3/2003
107. The Master Speed 9/14/2013
108. The Mountain 3/29/2010
109. The Need of Being Versed in Country Things 1/3/2003
110. The Objection To Being Stepped On 3/29/2010
111. The Oft-Repeated Dream 3/30/2010
112. The Oven Bird 1/3/2003
113. The Pasture 1/3/2003
114. The Road Not Taken 1/3/2003
115. The Rose Family 1/3/2003
116. The Secret Sits 1/3/2003
117. The Silken Tent 1/3/2003
118. The Soldier 1/3/2003
119. The Sound of Trees 1/3/2003
120. The Span Of Life 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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