Miłość tykała ust młodych Tak czule, że aż niebezpiecznie; Zbyt gęsta była jej słodycz: Żyłem powietrzem, Płynącym od skrytych wonności, […]

I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew […]

– Kiedy dziś sobie stąd poszedłem, wprost Przed siebie, jak najdalej, I kiedy w pewnej chwili Leżałem w trawie – […]

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in […]

Something inspires the only cow of late To make no more of a wall than an open gate, And think […]

For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole […]

Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived […]

Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall, We stopped by a mountain pasture to say ‚Whose […]

He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over […]

ROBERT FROST (1874-1963) I have been one acquainted with the night… I have been one acquainted with the night. I […]

Come with rain, O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; Make the […]

The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can Across the fields behind the […]

I’m going out to clean the pasture spring; I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch […]

The bear puts both arms around the tree above her And draws it down as if it were a lover […]

There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. […]