First Lines of Some Frost Poems
Here are first lines of the Robert Frost poems I’ve memorized for possible use in a Stopping By, With Robert Frost program:
Acquainted With the Night I have been one acquainted with the night. After Apple-Picking My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Afterflakes In the thick of a teeming snowfall The Aim Was Song Before man came to blow it right At Woodward's Gardens A boy, presuming on his intellect, Bereft Where had I heard this wind before Birches When I see birches bend to left and right The Birthplace Here further up the mountain slope Bravado Have I not walked without an upward look Blue-Butterfly Day It is blue-butterfly day here in spring, Clear and Colder Wind, the season-climate mixer, A Cloud Shadow A breeze discovered my open book Come In As I came to the edge of the woods, A Considerable Speck A speck that would have been beneath my sight The Death of the Hired Man Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table, Desert Places Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast Design I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, Devotion The heart can think of no devotion The Door in the Dark In going from room to room in the dark Dust of Snow The way a crow Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Fireflies in the Garden Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, Forgive, O Lord . . . Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee Gathering Leaves Spades take up leaves The Gift Outright The land was ours before we were the land's. Going for Water The well was dry beside the door, Good Hours I had for my winter evening walk -- Happiness Makes Up in Height for What It Lacks in Length Oh stormy, stormy world, The Hardship of Accounting Never ask of money spent In a Disused Graveyard The living come with grassy tread The Investment Over back where they speak of life as staying In Winter in the Woods . . . In winter in the woods alone It Bids Pretty Fair The play seems out for an almost infinite run. It Is Almost the Year Two Thousand To start the world of old Lodged The rain to the wind said, A Lone Striker The swinging mill bell changed its rate Mending Wall Something there is that doesn't love a wall, A Minor Bird I have wished a bird would fly away, A Mood Apart Once down on my knees to growing plants Mowing There was never a sound beside the wood but one, Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature's first green is gold, On Being Chosen Poet of Vermont Breathes there a bard who isn't moved On Making Certain Anything Has Happened I could be worse employed Once By the Pacific The shattered water made a misty din. One Step Backward Taken Not only sands and gravels Our Hold on the Planet We asked for rain. It didn't flash and roar. Out, Out The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard The Pasture I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; A Patch of Old Snow There's a patch of old snow in a corner, Plowmen A plow, they say, to plow the snow, Provide, Provide The witch that came (the withered hag) A Question A voice said, Look me in the stars The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, The Secret Sits We dance round in a ring and suppose, The Span of Life The old dog barks backward without getting up. Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. Take Something Like a Star O Star (the fairest one in sight), A Time to Talk When a friend calls to me from the road To the Thawing Wind Come with rain, O loud Southwester! Two Tramps in Mud Time Out of the mud two strangers came What Fifty Said When I was young my teachers were the old. Why Wait for Science Sarcastic Science, she would like to know,