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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.
121. The Span Of Life 1/13/2003
122. The Star Splitter 1/3/2003
123. The Telephone 1/13/2003
124. The Trial By Existence 1/13/2003
125. The Tuft of Flowers 1/3/2003
126. The Vanishing Red 1/13/2003
127. The Vantage Point 1/13/2003
128. The Wood-Pile 1/3/2003
129. They Were Welcome To Their Belief 1/3/2003
130. To E.T. 1/3/2003
131. To Earthward 1/3/2003
132. To The Thawing Wind 1/13/2003
133. Tree at my Window 1/3/2003
134. Two Look at Two 1/3/2003
135. Two Tramps in Mud Time 1/3/2003
136. Unharvested 3/8/2011
137. Waiting -- Afield At Dusk 3/29/2010
138. What Fifty Said.. 3/29/2010
139. Wind And Window Flower 3/29/2010

A Time to Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall

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