robert frost short poems ( source: Short.Poems .org)

robert frost short poems
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                                       Robert Frost Short Poems

                                               robert frost [i.e. robert lee frost 1870- 1963]

     Robert Frost (March 26/1870 -- Jan.29/1963) was an American poet.  He is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of rural life of American colloquial speech. ... One of the most popular and critically respected American poets of his generation, Frost was honored frequently during his lifetime receiving four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry.

                                            1. Now Close the Window

                                Now close the window and hush all the fields: 
                                If the tree must, let them silently toss,
                                No bird is singing now, and if there is,
                                Be it my lost,
                                                  It will be long ere the marshes resume, 
                                It will be long ere the earliest bird: 
                                So close the windows and not hear the wind,
                                But she all wind- stirred.

                                  - ROBERT FROST

                                                   2. A Patch of Old Snow

                                There' s a patch of old snow in the corner 
                                That I should have guessed   
                                Was a blow- away paper in the rain 
                                Had brought to rest. 
                                It is specked with grime as if 
                                Small print overspread it,  
                                The news of a day I' ve forgotten --
                                 If I never read it,

                                 - ROBERT FROST

                                                      3. A Time to Talk

                                 When  a friend calls 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 talk,  
                                 I thurst my hoe in the mellow fround,
                                 Blade- end up and five feet tall, 
                                 And plod: I go up to the stone wall
                                 For a friendly visit.

                                 - ROBERT FROST

                                                     4. Fire and Ice

                                 Some says the world will end in fire,
                                 Some say in ice,
                                 From what I' ve tasted of desire  
                                 I hold with those who favour fire.
                                 But if it had to perish twice, 
                                 I think I know enough of hate 
                                 To say that for destruction ice
                                 Is also great  And would suffice.

                                 - ROBERT FROST

                                                   5. Nothing Gold Can Stay

                                  Nature' s first green is old,
                                  Her herdest hue to hold,  
                                  Her early leaf' s a flower,
                                  But only so an hour.
                                  Then leaf subsides to leaf, 
                                  So Eden sank to grief,
                                  So dawn goes down to stay 
                                  Nothing gold can stay.

                                  - ROBERT FROST


                                           (source: Short Poems. org)