In Hardwood Groves
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
The same leaves over and over again! They fall from giving shade above To make one texture of faded brown And fit the earth like a leather glove. Before the leaves can mount again To fill the trees with another shade, They must go down past things coming up. They must go down into the dark decayed. They must be pierced by flowers and put Beneath the feet of dancing flowers. However it is in some other world I know that this is way in ours.