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 se...

Out walking in the frozen swamp one grey day I paused and said, "I will turn back from here. No, I will go on farther--and we sha...

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 Befor...

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 ...

I WONDER about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place?

"WILLIS, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, rather, f...

The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But now the theory goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is, and so's Th...

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far ...

I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): ...

There is a singer everyone has heard, Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird, Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again. He says t...

THE mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed that I missed stars in the west, Where ...

I LET myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering your knock...

A GOVERNOR it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come together. And...

A LANTERN light from deeper in the barn Shone on a man and woman in the door And threw their lurching shadows on a house Near by, al...

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 passa...

THERE were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always lifted toward the west Wh...

WE chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry trees, Set well bac...

Whose woods these are I think I know.  His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill ...

These pools that, though in forests, still reflect The total sky almost without defect, And like the flowers beside them, chill and sh...

The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest Before it stained a single human breast. Th...