A micro-anthology of Robert Frost poems
Some of the absolute best poems in this list are at the end as well at the start. Frost is one of the all time great lyric poets. You really must listen to him wherever possible. There is an album of him reading on Spotify. The "audio" links here are to YouTube.
Mending Wall (audio), 'Spring is the mischief in me...'
Birches, (audio), 'Some boy too far from town to learn baseball'
'Out, Out —', 'The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard...'
The oven bird, 'The question that he frames in all but words/Is what to make of a diminished thing.'
Dust of Snow, 'The way a crow/Shook down on me/The dust of snow/From a hemlock tree...'
Provide, Provide, 'Better to go down dignified/With boughten friendship at your side/Than none at all. Provide, provide!'
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, (audio), 'He gives his harness bells a shake/To ask if there is some mistake/The only sound's the sweep/Of easy wind and downy flake.'
Mowing, 'The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows.'
The Road Not Taken, (audio), 'And both that morning equally lay/In leaves no step had trodden black.'
Two Tramps in Mudtime, 'Only where love and need are one,/And the work is play for mortal stakes,/Is the deed ever really done/For heaven and the future’s sakes.'
After Apple Picking, 'I am overtired/Of the great harvest I myself desired.'
Fire and Ice, (audio), 'Some say the world will end in fire/Some say in ice...'
Fragmentary Blue, 'Why make so much of fragmentary blue...'
Away!, 'Don't think I leave/For the outer dark/Like Adam and Eve/Put out of the Park.'
In Winter in the Woods Alone, 'I see for Nature no defeat/In one tree’s overthrow/Or for myself in my retreat/For yet another blow.'
She is as a silken tent, (audio), 'She is as in a field a silken tent/At midday when the sunny summer breeze.'
Never Again Would Birds' Song be the Same, 'Never again would birds' song be the same./And to do that to birds was why she came.'
The Drumlin Woodchuck, (audio), 'My own strategic retreat/Is where two rocks almost meet,/And still more secure and snug,/A two-door burrow I dug.'
The Most of It, 'He thought he kept the universe alone...'