Tag Archives: Robert Frost

Dust of Snow by Robert Frost

… Dust of snow. It is unexpected. Grace comes in a moment. https://vimeo.com/55670535 Dust of Snow The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change … Continue reading →

The Birches read by Robert Frost

27 Jun ’18

… 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. But swinging doesn’t bend them down to stay As ice-storms do. Often you … Continue reading →

The Death of the Hired Man by Robert Frost

15 Oct ’17

… I never used to like The Death of the Hired Man very much. But I’ve changed my mind. This little bit of a play, a dialogue between Mary and Warren, wife and husband, about a hobo named Silas, a … Continue reading →

After Apple Picking by Robert Frost

22 Aug ’16

… 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, and there may be two or three Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough. But I am done … Continue reading →

Robert Frost reads Mending Wall

9 Jun ’16

… It is Time that, after all, doesn’t like a wall. As we all know those that are built to keep people out don’t work that well if indeed they work at all. The Berlin Wall, the Great Wall of … Continue reading →

Robert Frost reads Design

27 Mar ’15

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 characters of death and blight Mixed ready to begin the morning right, Like the ingredients … Continue reading →

Robert Frost reads The Witch of Coös

25 Oct ’14

… As strict as Robert Frost could be about meter, here he speaks in variations of a loosely vernacular iambic pentameter, and when he reads, taking on the character of the narrators, he adds asides, and makes the listener feel … Continue reading →

In my words, August 26 – September 1

2 Sep ’13

… It’s been muggy in the mountains; hot and always about to rain, the flies biting, stinging the legs. When the sun was out, I chased after the butterflies around the Rose of Sharon and the pond trying to catch … Continue reading →

In my words, July 8 – 14

14 Jul ’13

……… It has just begun to rain, freshening the remains of the day. Cachito was glad to see me when I came home. I threw his toy mouse and he ran batting it down the hall, grabbing it in his … Continue reading →

In my words, July 1 – 7

7 Jul ’13

… While I was staying with Dad at the end of June, on June 26th to be exact, the day before his birthday, a doe was hit on the road across from his house during the night although I didn’t … Continue reading →

5 Poems by Robert Frost

15 Dec ’12

Here is a PDF with all five poems by Robert Frost included in this post: 5 Poems by Robert Frost The Tuft of Flowers Acquainted with the Night The Road Not Taken Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Dust … Continue reading →

Robert Frost reads Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

25 Nov ’12

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 up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without … Continue reading →