Frost was honored frequently during his lifetime, receiving four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry. He became one of America's rare "public literary figures, almost an artistic institution." He was awarded the Congressional Gold Medal in 1960 for his poetic works. On July 22, 1961, Frost was named poet laureate of Vermont. (Wikipedia)
Read more Robet Frost's Poems:
Going For Water
The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can Across the fields behind the house To seek the brook if still it ran;...
Ghost House
I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the cellar walls, And a cellar in which the dayli...
Evening In A Sugar Orchard
From where I lingered in a lull in march outside the sugar-house one night for choice, I called the fireman with a careful voice And bade ...
Design
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 -- Assorted chara...
Desert Places
Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a fe...
Meeting And Passing
As I went down the hill along the wall There was a gate I had leaned at for the view And had just turned from when I first saw you As you...
Love And A Question
A stranger came to the door at eve, And he spoke the bridegroom fair. He bore a green-white stick in his hand, And, for all burden, care....
Good-bye, and Keep Cold
This saying good-bye on the edge of the dark And cold to an orchard so young in the bark Reminds me of all that can happen to harm An orc...
Come In
As I came to the edge of the woods, Thrush music -- hark! Now if it was dusk outside, Inside it was dark. Too dark in the woods for a bi...
On Looking Up by Chance at the Constellations
You'll wait a long, long time for anything much To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud And the Northern Lights that run like t...
Not to Keep
They sent him back to her. The letter came Saying... And she could have him. And before She could be sure there was no hidden ill Under t...
My November Guest
My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withe...
Mowing
There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. What was it it whispered? I knew n...
Mending Wall
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; A...
A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to 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...
A Soldier
He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled, That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust, But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust. I...
A Cliff Dwelling
There sandy seems the golden sky And golden seems the sandy plain. No habitation meets the eye Unless in the horizon rim, Some halfway u...
A Considerable Speck (Microscopic)
A speck that would have been beneath my sight On any but a paper sheet so white Set off across what I had written there. And I had idly p...
A Brook In The City
The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square With the new city street it has to wear A number in. But what about the brook That held th...
Two Tramps in Mud Time
Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in the yard, And one of them put me off my aim By hailing cheerily "H...
Bond And Free
Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about-- Wall within wall to shut fear out. But Thought has need of no suc...
To Earthward
Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things, T...
To E. T.
I slumbered with your poems on my breast Spread open as I dropped them half-read through Like dove wings on a figure on a tomb To see, if...
They Were Welcome To Their Belief
Grief may have thought it was grief. Care may have thought it was care. They were welcome to their belief, The overimportant pair. No, ...
The Vantage Point
If tires of trees I seek again mankind, Well I know where to hie me--in the dawn, To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn. There amid log...
Tree at my Window
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me. Vague ...
The Wood-Pile
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day, I paused and said, "I will turn back from here. No, I will go on farther -- and we shal...
The Death of the Hired Man
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage ...
The Vanishing Red
He is said to have been the last Red man In Action. And the Miller is said to have laughed-- If you like to call such a sound a laugh. Bu...
The Tuft of Flowers
I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew was gone that made his blade so keen Before I cam...
The Star Splitter
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his hands, he looks in on me Busy ...
The Need of Being Versed in Country Things
The house had gone to bring again To the midnight sky a sunset glow. Now the chimney was all of the house that stood, Like a pistil after...
A Dream Pang
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway; And to the forest edge you came one day (This was my d...
A Late Walk
When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes the garden path. ...
"In White": Frost's Early Version Of Design
A dented spider like a snow drop white On a white Heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of lifeless satin cloth - Saw ever curio...
The Hill Wife
It was too lonely for her there, And too wild, And since there were but two of them, And no child. And work was little in the house, Sh...
The Demiurge's Laugh
It was far in the sameness of the wood; I was running with joy on the Demon’s trail, Though I knew what I hunted was no true god. It was ...
Two Look at Two
Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not much further up. They must ...
The Gum-Gatherer
There overtook me and drew me in To his down-hill, early-morning stride, And set me five miles on my road Better than if he had had me ri...
The Exposed Nest
You were forever finding some new play. So when I saw you down on hands and knees I the meadow, busy with the new-cut hay, Trying, I thou...
A Minor Bird
I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day; Have clapped my hands at him from the door When it seemed as if I ...
Out, Out
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze dr...
Birches
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. ...
The Bear
The bear puts both arms around the tree above her And draws it down as if it were a lover And its chokecherries lips to kiss good-by, The...
Acquainted with the Night
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I hav...
Asking for Roses
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, With doors that none but the wind ever closes, Its floor all littered with glass and w...
An Old Man's Winter Night
All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on the pane in empty rooms. What ...
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, ...
A Servant To Servants
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I promised myself to get down some day And see the ...
Bereft
Where had I heard this wind before Change like this to a deeper roar? What would it take my standing there for, Holding open a restive do...
A Boundless Moment
He halted in the wind, and -- what was that Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? He stood there bringing March against his thought, ...
A Line-Storm Song
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof-prints v...