Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it
And spills the upper boulder in the sun,
And make gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made... (Read full poem)

2. The Flower of Mending - written by Vachel Lindsay
Read 510 times on American Poems.

(To Eudora, after I had had certain dire adventures.)


When Dragon-fly would fix his wings,
When Snail would patch his house,
When moths have marred the overcoat
Of tender Mister Mouse,

The pretty creatures go with haste
To the sunlit... (Read full poem)

Did We abolish Frost
The Summer would not cease --
If Seasons perish or prevail
Is optional with Us --(Read full poem)

4. The Frost of Death was on the Pane -- - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 2233 times on American Poems.

The Frost of Death was on the Pane --
"Secure your Flower" said he.
Like Sailors fighting with a Leak
We fought Mortality.

Our passive Flower we held to Sea --
To Mountain -- To the Sun --
Yet even on his Scarlet shelf
To crawl the Frost begun... (Read full poem)

As Frost is best conceived
By force of its Result --
Affliction is inferred
By subsequent effect --

If when the sun reveal,
The Garden keep the Gash --
If as the Days resume
The wilted countenance

Cannot correct the crease
Or counteract the stain... (Read full poem)

6. Albert Einstein To Archibald Macleish - written by Delmore Schwartz
Read 1095 times on American Poems.

I should have been a plumber fixing drains.
And mending pure white bathtubs for the great Diogenes
(who scorned all lies, all liars, and all tyrannies),

And then, perhaps, he would bestow on me -- majesty!
(O modesty aside, forgive my fallen pride,... (Read full poem)

There is this white wall, above which the sky creates itself --
Infinite, green, utterly untouchable.
Angels swim in it, and the stars, in indifference also.
They are my medium.
The sun dissolves on this wall, bleeding its lights.

A grey wall now,... (Read full poem)

8. The Frost was never seen -- - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1316 times on American Poems.

The Frost was never seen --
If met, too rapid passed,
Or in too unsubstantial Team --
The Flowers notice first

A Stranger hovering round
A Symptom of alarm
In Villages remotely set
But search effaces him

Till some retrieveless Night
Our Vigilance... (Read full poem)

Bricks of the wall, 
so much older than the house - 
taken I think from a farm pulled down 
when the street was built - 
narrow bricks of another century. 

Modestly, though laid with panels and parapets, 
a wall behind the flowers - 
roses... (Read full poem)

10. When the Frost is on the Punkin - written by James Whitcomb Riley
From Complete Works. Published in 1916. Read 6138 times on American Poems.

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the... (Read full poem)

Spry, wry, and gray as these March sticks,
Percy bows, in his blue peajacket, among the narcissi.
He is recuperating from something on the lung.

The narcissi, too, are bowing to some big thing :
It rattles their stars on the green hill where... (Read full poem)

12. Dream Song 37: Three around the Old Gentleman - written by John Berryman
From 77 Dream Songs. Published in 1964. Read 636 times on American Poems.

His malice was a pimple down his good
big face, with its sly eyes. I must be sorry
Mr Frost has left:
I like it so less I don't understood—
he couldn't hear or see well—all we sift—
but this is a bad story.

He had fine... (Read full poem)

One year ago I wished that I
A banker great might be
With a hundred million dollars
And financial majesty;

A mighty Wall Street banker
With a whopping lot of power
And an income of somewhere around
A thousand plunks per hour;

A solid... (Read full poem)

14. Two Look at Two - written by Robert Frost
From New Hampshire. Published in 1923. Read 7974 times on American Poems.

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 have halted soon in any case
With thoughts of a path back, how rough it was
With rock and washout, and... (Read full poem)

The old man takes a nap
too soon in the morning.
His coffee cup grows cold.

Outside the snow falls fast.
He'll not go out today.
Others must clear the way

to the car and the shed.
Open upon his lap
lie the poems of Mr. Frost.

Somehow... (Read full poem)

16. Fast rode the knight - written by Stephen Crane
From War is Kind & Other Lines. Published in 1899. Read 110230 times on American Poems.

Fast rode the knight
With spurs, hot and reeking,
Ever waving an eager sword,
"To save my lady!"
Fast rode the knIght,
And leaped from saddle to war.
Men of steel flickered and gleamed
Like riot of silver lights,
And the gold of the knight's good... (Read full poem)

Oh down at the tavern
the children are singing
around their round table
and around me still.
Did you hear what it said?
I only said
how there is a pewter urn
pinned to the tavern wall,
as old as old is able
to be and be there still.
I said, the... (Read full poem)

18. The Elementary Scene - written by Randall Jarrell
Read 1038 times on American Poems.

Looking back in my mind I can see 
The white sun like a tin plate 
Over the wooden turning of the weeds; 
The street jerking --a wet swing-- 
To end by the wall the children sang. 
  
The thin grass by the girls' door, 
Trodden on, straggling,... (Read full poem)

I have had enough.
I gasp for breath.

Every way ends, every road,
every foot-path leads at last
to the hill-crest--
then you retrace your steps,
or find the same slope on the other side,
precipitate.

I have had enough--
border-pinks, clove-pinks,... (Read full poem)

20. Atmosphere - written by Robert Frost
From West-Running Brook. Published in 1928. Read 5717 times on American Poems.

Inscription for a Garden Wall

Winds blow the open grassy places bleak;
But where this old wall burns a sunny cheek,
They eddy over it too toppling weak
To blow the earth or anything self-clear;
Moisture and color and odor thicken here.
The hours of... (Read full poem)

OH, once I walked a garden 
In dreams. 'Twas yellow grass. 
And many orange-trees grew there 
In sand as white as glass. 
The curving, wide wall-border 
Was marble, like the snow. 
I walked that wall a fairy-prince 
And, pacing quaint and slow,... (Read full poem)

22. On The Garden Wall - written by Vachel Lindsay
Read 4143 times on American Poems.

Oh, once I walked a garden 
In dreams. 'Twas yellow grass. 
And many orange-trees grew there 
In sand as white as glass. 
The curving, wide wall-border 
Was marble, like the snow. 
I walked that wall a fairy-prince 
And, pacing quaint and... (Read full poem)

O fan of white silk,
clear as frost on the grass-blade,

You also are laid aside.(Read full poem)

24. An Old Man's Winter Night - written by Robert Frost
From Mountain Interval. Published in 1916. Read 17351 times on American Poems.

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 kept his eyes from giving back the gaze
Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand.
What kept him from... (Read full poem)

Something inspires the only cow of late
To make no more of a wall than an open gate,
And think no more of wall-builders than fools.
Her face is flecked with pomace and she drools
A cider syrup. Having tasted fruit,
She scorns a pasture... (Read full poem)