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My feet tug at the floor. And my head sways to my shoulder. Sometimes when I watch trees sway, From the window or the door. I shall set forth for somewhere, I shall make the reckless choice. Some day when they are in voice. And tossing so as to scare. The white clouds over them on. I shall have less to say, But I shall be gone.
- Christmas Trees
Christmas Trees | The Poetry Foundation. By Robert Frost. (A...
- The Wood-Pile
The Wood-Pile. By Robert Frost. Out walking in the frozen...
- Christmas Trees
"The Sound of the Trees" is poem by Robert Frost that first appeared in his third collection, Mountain Interval (1916). The poem explores the tension between longing and action, illustrated by the image of trees swaying in the wind even as they remain firmly planted in the ground.
‘Tree At My Window’ by Robert Frost describes the feelings of companionship a speaker holds for an old, dependable tree outside his window. The poem begins with the speaker taking note of the tree outside his window and recognizing the fact that he’s never going to be separated from it.
The Sound of the Trees. Robert Frost. 1874 –. 1963. I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear. Forever the noise of these. More than another noise. So close to our dwelling place?
The noise of the trees is particularly dangerous because it affects the people around them and gives them the same desire to leave. As he listens to the noise of the trees, the narrator emulates their movement, swaying back and forth and pulling on his “roots” on the ground.
Christmas Trees | The Poetry Foundation. By Robert Frost. (A Christmas Circular Letter) The city had withdrawn into itself. And left at last the country to the country; When between whirls of snow not come to lie. And whirls of foliage not yet laid, there drove. A stranger to our yard, who looked the city, Yet did in country fashion in that there.
The Wood-Pile. By Robert Frost. Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day, I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here. No, I will go on farther—and we shall see.'. The hard snow held me, save where now and then. One foot went through. The view was all in lines. Straight up and down of tall slim trees.
