Treasure Island

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

After Apple Picking

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still.
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.
I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight

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