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

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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