A Man Said to the Universe

A Poison Tree

BY STEPHEN CRANE

BY William Blake

A man said to the universe:

I was angry with my friend:

Sir, I exist!

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

However, replied the universe,

I was angry with my foe:

The fact has not created in me

I told it not, my wrath did grow.

A sense of obligation.
And I watered it in fears,
Desert Places

Night and morning with my tears;

by Robert Frost

And I sunned it with smiles,

Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast

And with soft deceitful wiles.

In a field I looked into going past,

And the ground almost covered smooth in
snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.

And it grew both day and night,

Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,

The woods around it have it--it is theirs.

All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.

And into my garden stole

When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

And lonely as it is that loneliness

Will be more lonely ere it will be less-A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express.

If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking

By Emily Dickinson
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;

They cannot scare me with their empty

spaces
Between stars--on stars where no human
race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
The Road Not Taken

BY ROBERT FROST

I took the one less traveled by,

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And that has made all the difference.

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

The Hound

And having perhaps the better claim,

By Robert Francis

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Life the hound

Though as for that the passing there

Equivocal

Had worn them really about the same,

Comes at a bound
Either to rend me

And both that morning equally lay

Or to befriend me.

In leaves no step had trodden black.

I cannot tell

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

The hound's intent

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

Till he has sprung

I doubted if I should ever come back.

At my bare hand
With teeth or tongue.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Meanwhile I stand

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

And wait the event.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I