Podnosząc oczy, ujrzał ją u szczytu schodów: Nie widząc jeszcze, że wszedł, zaczynała właśnie Zstępować z piętra, ale patrząc w […]

The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when […]

The firm house lingers, though averse to square With the new city street it has to wear A number in. […]

The house had gone to bring again To the midnight sky a sunset glow. Now the chimney was all of […]

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. >From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold […]

Och, świecie burz i gwałtów: Dni, kiedy twoich kształtów W swój całun szarobury Nie otulały chmury I mgły, kiedy w […]

My Sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; […]

Schodziłem z wzgórza wzdłuż muru przy bramie, Gdziem dla widoku oparł się przez chwilę, By odwróciwszy się zobaczyć ciebie – […]

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me […]

ROBERT FROST (1874-1963) Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what […]

Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, ‚I will turn back from here. No, […]

You’ll wait a long, long time for anything much To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud And the […]

‚Fred, where is north?’ ‚North? North is there, my love. The brook runs west.’ ‚West-running Brook then call it.’ (West-Running […]

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain — and back in rain. I […]

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain […]