written by Robert Lee FrostThese pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,
Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
And yet not out by any brook or river,
But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.
The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods --
Let them think twice before they use their powers
To blot out and drink up and sweep away
These flowery waters and these watery flowers
From snow that melted only yesterday.
Robert Lee Frost
written by Robert Lee Frost, published on Tue 02.09.2010 at 06:30
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth--
written by Robert Lee Frost, published on Sun 02.07.2010 at 13:36
Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
written by Robert Lee Frost, published on Fri 01.08.2010 at 02:52
The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
written by Robert Lee Frost, published on Wed 12.30.2009 at 20:48
A winter garden in an alder swamp,
Where conies now come out to sun and romp,
As near a paradise as it can be
written by Robert Lee Frost, published on Tue 12.15.2009 at 06:24
How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--
written by Robert Lee Frost, published on Wed 12.02.2009 at 13:44
He halted in the wind, and--what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?