I left you in the morning, And in the morning glow, You walked a way beside me To make me sad to go. Do you know me in the gloaming, Gaunt and dusty grey with roaming? Are you dumb because you know me not, Or dumb because you know?

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

But if it had to perish twice,/I think I know enough of hate/To know that for destruction ice/Is also great/And would suffice.

Such was life in the Golden Gate: Gold dusted all we drank and ate, And I was one of the children told, 'We all must eat our peck of gold.'

Sea waves are green and wet, But up from where they die, Rise others vaster yet, And those are brown and dry. http://tiny.cc/s04YO

Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,/And here on earth come emulating flies, http://tinyurl.com/oc9nqe

Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground, And thing next most diffuse to cloud, Not all your light tongues talking aloud/Could be profound.

Then leaf subsides to leaf./So Eden sank to grief,/So dawn goes down to day./Nothing gold can stay.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

"One could do worse than be a swinger of birches." internal.org/Robert_Frost/B… #RobertFrost

So at a knock/I emptied my cage/To hide in the world/And alter with age. internal.org/Robert_Frost/T…

Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather. -"Tree At My Window" internal.org/Robert_Frost/T…

I bade a "Come in" To whoever the knock At the door may have been So at a knock I emptied my cage To hide in the world And alter with age

Magnified apples appear and reappear, Stem end and blossom end, And every fleck of russet showing clear. -After Apple Picking

Great waves looked over others coming in, And thought of doing something to the shore That water never did to land before.

I never dared be radical when young For fear it would make me conservative when old. poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine…

I am armed for war. The next machine that has the power to pass Will get this plasm in it goggle glass. http://tinyurl.com/ylh3a79

There's a patch of old snow in a corner That I should have guessed Was a blow-away paper the rain Had brought to rest.

It is speckled with grime as if Small print overspread it, The news of a day I've forgotten -- If I ever read it. [A Patch of Old Snow]

The question that he frames in all but words/Is what to make of a diminished thing. http://www.internal.org/view_poem.phtml?poemID=447