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Famous
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4.
Love Poems- by Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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Earthward By Robert Frost
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Love
at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air
That crossed me from
sweet things,
The flow of - was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?
I had the swirl and
ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they're gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.
I craved strong sweets,
but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.
Now no joy but lacks
salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain
Of tears, the after mark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.
When stiff and sore
and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,
The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.
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Lovers,
Forget Your Love By Robert Frost
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Lovers,
forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
When the frosty window
veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the caged yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
He marked her through
the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by
To come again at dark.
He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.
But he sighed upon the
sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.
Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.
But the flower leaned
aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.
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and a Question Robert Frost
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A
stranger came to the door at eve,
And he spoke the bridegroom fair.
He bore a green-white stick in his hand,
And, for all burden, care.
He asked with the eyes more than the lips
For a shelter for the night,
And he turned and looked at the road afar
Without a window light.
The bridegroom came forth into the
porch
With, "Let us look at the sky,
And question what of the night to be,
Stranger, you and I."
The woodbine leaves littered the yard,
The woodbine berries were blue,
Autumn, yes, winter was in the wind;
"Stranger, I wish I knew."
Within, the bride in
the dusk alone
Bent over the open fire,
Her face rose-red with the glowing coal
And the thought of the heart's desire.
The bridegroom looked at the weary road,
Yet saw but her within,
And wished her heart in a case of gold
And pinned with a silver pin.
The bridegroom thought it little to give
A dole of bread, a purse,
A heartfelt prayer for the poor of God,
Or for the rich a curse;
But whether or not a man was asked
To mar the love of two
by harboring woe in the bridal house,
The bridegroom wished he knew.
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