Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)
Poems of Robert Frost
|101.||The Gift Outright||1/3/2003|
|105.||The Lockless Door||1/3/2003|
|107.||The Need of Being Versed in Country Things||1/3/2003|
|108.||The Objection To Being Stepped On||3/29/2010|
|109.||The Oft-Repeated Dream||3/30/2010|
|110.||The Oven Bird||1/3/2003|
|112.||The Road Not Taken||1/3/2003|
|113.||The Rose Family||1/3/2003|
|114.||The Secret Sits||1/3/2003|
|115.||The Silken Tent||1/3/2003|
|117.||The Sound of Trees||1/3/2003|
|118.||The Span Of Life||1/13/2003|
|119.||The Star Splitter||1/3/2003|
A Boundless Moment
He halted in the wind, and -- what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.
"Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom," I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.