Fragmentary Blue
Robert Frost
Acquainted With the Night
The Armful
The Black Cottage
Blue-Butterfly Day
A Boundless Moment
The Code
The Death of the Hired Man
Departmental
The Door in the Dark
A Dream Pang
Dust of Snow
Evening in a Sugar Orchard
Fire and Ice
Flower-Gathering
Fragmentary Blue
The Generations of Men
Ghost House
In Hardwood Groves
In Neglect
Into My Own
The Kitchen Chimney
Love and a Question
Mending Wall
The Mountain
My Butterfly
My November Guest
Nothing Gold Can Stay
October
The Onset
Out, Out --
The Oven Bird
Pan with Us
A Patch of Old Snow
A Peck of Gold
A Prayer in Spring
Reluctance
Revelation
The Road Not Taken
Sand Dunes
Spring Pools
Stars
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
The Thatch
To E.T.
The Trial by Existence
The Tuft of Flowers
The Vanishing Red
The Vantage Point
A Winter Eden
The Wood-Pile
Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)-- Though some savants make earth include the sky; And blue so far above us comes so high, It only gives our wish for blue a whet.