Poetic Openings : Robert Frost to Robert Frost

Poet : Robert Frost : Poem : My November Guest : First Line : My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Poet : Robert Frost : Poem : Need Of Being Versed In Country Things, The : First Line : The house had gone to bring again
Poet : Robert Frost : Poem : Neither Out Far Nor In Deep : First Line : The people along the sand
Poet : Robert Frost : Poem : Never Again Would Bird's Song Be The Same : First Line : He would declare and could himself believe
Poet : Robert Frost : Poem : Not To Keep : First Line : They sent him back to her. The letter came

Poet : Robert Frost : Poem : Nothing Gold Can Stay : First Line : Nature's first green is gold,
Poet : Robert Frost : Poem : Now Close The Windows : First Line : Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
Poet : Robert Frost : Poem : October : First Line : O hushed October morning mild,
Poet : Robert Frost : Poem : On A Tree Fallen Across The Road : First Line : (To hear us talk)
Poet : Robert Frost : Poem : On Going Unnoticed : First Line : As vain to raise a voice as a sigh