Atmosphere

Robert Frost

Inscription for a Garden Wall

Winds blow the open grassy places bleak;
But where this old wall burns a sunny cheek,
They eddy over it too toppling weak
To blow the earth or anything self-clear;
Moisture and color and odor thicken here.
The hours of daylight gather atmosphere.

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• Robert Frost : Ax-helve, The
• Robert Frost : Bear, The
• Robert Frost : Bereft
• Robert Frost : Birches
• Robert Frost : Birthplace, The
• Robert Frost : Black Cottage, The
• Robert Frost : Blueberries
• Robert Frost : Blue-butterfly Day
• Robert Frost : Bond And Free
• Robert Frost : Brown's Descent, Or The Willy-nilly Slide

Previous 10 Poems

• Robert Frost : Asking For Roses
• Robert Frost : Armful, The
• Robert Frost : An Old Man's Winter Night
• Robert Frost : An Encounter
• Robert Frost : Aim Was Song, The
• Robert Frost : After Apple Picking
• Robert Frost : Acquainted With The Night
• Robert Frost : Acceptance
• Robert Frost : A Winter Eden
• Robert Frost : A Time To Talk