| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | 'Out, Out' | The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard | | | 1040 |
| 2: | A Boundless Moment | He halted in the wind, and, what was that | | | 1515 |
| 3: | A Brook In The City | The firm house lingers, though averse to square | | | 1516 |
| 4: | A Cliff Dwelling | There sandy seems the golden sky | | | 1345 |
| 5: | A Considerable Speck | A speck that would have been beneath my sight | | | 1299 |
| 6: | A Dream Pang | I had withdrawn in forest, and my song | | | 1324 |
| 7: | A Girl's Garden | A neighbor of mine in the village | | | 1078 |
| 8: | A Hillside Thaw | To think to know the country and now know | | | 1263 |
| 9: | A Hundred Collars | Lancaster bore him, such a little town, | | | 1156 |
| 10: | A Late Walk | When I go up through the mowing field, | | | 1310 |
| 11: | A Line-Storm Song | The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift. | | | 1215 |
| 12: | A Minor Bird | I have wished a bird would fly away, | | | 1378 |
| 13: | A Passing Glimpse | I often see flowers from a passing car | | | 1291 |
| 14: | A Patch Of Old Snow | There's a patch of old snow in a corner | | | 1284 |
| 15: | A Peck Of Gold | Dust always blowing about the town, | | | 1219 |
| 16: | A Prayer In Spring | Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today; | | | 1333 |
| 17: | A Question | A voice said, Look me in the stars | | | 1331 |
| 18: | A Servant To Servants | I didn't make you know how glad I was | | | 1145 |
| 19: | A Soldier | He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled, | | | 1305 |
| 20: | A Time To Talk | When a friend calls to me from the road | | | 1350 |
| 21: | A Winter Eden | A winter garden in an alder swamp, | | | 1343 |
| 22: | Acceptance | When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud | | | 1177 |
| 23: | Acquainted With The Night | I have been one acquainted with the night. | | | 1290 |
| 24: | After Apple Picking | My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree | | | 1141 |
| 25: | An Old Man's Winter Night | All out of doors looked darkly in at him | | | 1080 |
| 26: | Asking for Roses | A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, | | | 1225 |
| 27: | Atmosphere | Winds blow the open grassy places bleak; | | | 1159 |
| 28: | Bereft | Where had I heard this wind before | | | 1069 |
| 29: | Birches | When I see birches bend to left and right | | | 1098 |
| 30: | Blue-Butterfly Day | It is blue-butterfly day here in spring, | | | 1115 |
| 31: | Blueberries | You ought to have seen what I saw on my way | | | 1150 |
| 32: | Bond And Free | Love has earth to which she clings | | | 1041 |
| 33: | But Outer Space | But outer Space, | | | 1093 |
| 34: | Canis Major | The great Overdog | | | 961 |
| 35: | Come In | As I came to the edge of the woods, | | | 1118 |
| 36: | Desert Places | Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast | | | 1123 |
| 37: | Design | I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, | | | 1054 |
| 38: | Devotion | The heart can think of no devotion | | | 1095 |
| 39: | Dust In The Eyes | If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes | | | 1015 |
| 40: | Dust Of Snow | The way a crow | | | 1071 |
| 41: | Evening In A Sugar Orchard | From where I lingered in a lull in march | | | 1037 |
| 42: | Fire And Ice | Some say the world will end in fire; | | | 1098 |
| 43: | Fireflies In The Garden | Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, | | | 1000 |
| 44: | Flower Gathering | I left you in the morning, | | | 986 |
| 45: | For Once, Then, Something | Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs | | | 893 |
| 46: | Fragmentary Blue | Why make so much of fragmentary blue | | | 848 |
| 47: | Gathering Leaves | Spades take up leaves | | | 913 |
| 48: | Ghost House | I dwell in a lonely house I know | | | 1000 |
| 49: | Going For Water | The well was dry beside the door, | | | 830 |
| 50: | Good Hours | I had for my winter evening walk | | | 889 |
| 51: | Good-Bye, And Keep Cold | This saying good-bye on the edge of the dark | | | 924 |
| 52: | Hannibal | Was there even a cause too lost, | | | 824 |
| 53: | Home Burial | He saw her from the bottom of the stairs | | | 844 |
| 54: | Hyla Brook | By June our brook's run out of song and speed. | | | 820 |
| 55: | I Will Sing You One-O | It was long I lay | | | 878 |
| 56: | Immigrants | No ship of all that under sail or steam | | | 862 |
| 57: | In A Disused Graveyard | The living come with grassy tread | | | 770 |
| 58: | In A Poem | The sentencing goes blithely on its way | | | 1030 |
| 59: | In A Vale | When I was young, we dwelt in a vale | | | 1030 |
| 60: | In Equal Sacrifice | Thus of old the Douglas did: | | | 1010 |
| 61: | In Hardwood Groves | The same leaves over and over again! | | | 798 |
| 62: | In Neglect | They leave us so to the way we took, | | | 774 |
| 63: | In White | A dented spider like a snow drop white | | | 1151 |
| 64: | Into My Own | One of my wishes is that those dark trees, | | | 909 |
| 65: | Iota Subscript | Seek not in me the big I capital, | | | 784 |
| 66: | Leaves Compared With Flowers | A tree's leaves may be ever so good, | | | 1120 |
| 67: | Lodged | The rain to the wind said, | | | 966 |
| 68: | Love And A Question | A stranger came to the door at eve, | | | 1038 |
| 69: | Meeting And Passing | As I went down the hill along the wall | | | 1170 |
| 70: | Mending Wall | Something there is that doesn't love a wall, | | | 1251 |
| 71: | Misgiving | All crying, 'We will go with you, O Wind!' | | | 1138 |
| 72: | Mowing | There was never a sound beside the wood but one, | | | 1068 |
| 73: | My Butterfly | Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, | | | 1227 |
| 74: | My November Guest | My Sorrow, when she's here with me, | | | 854 |
| 75: | Neither Out Far Nor In Deep | The people along the sand | | | 1170 |
| 76: | Never Again Would Bird's Song Be the Same | He would declare and could himself believe | | | 1152 |
| 77: | Not To Keep | They sent him back to her. The letter came | | | 785 |
| 78: | Nothing Gold Can Stay | Nature's first green is gold, | | | 1017 |
| 79: | Now Close The Windows | Now close the windows and hush all the fields: | | | 874 |
| 80: | October | O hushed October morning mild, | | | 993 |
| 81: | On A Tree Fallen Across The Road | The tree the tempest with a crash of wood | | | 883 |
| 82: | On Going Unnoticed | As vain to raise a voice as a sigh | | | 925 |
| 83: | On Looking Up By Chance At The Constellations | You'll wait a long, long time for anything much | | | 842 |
| 84: | Once By The Pacific | The shattered water made a misty din. | | | 841 |
| 85: | One Step Backward Taken | Not only sands and gravels | | | 993 |
| 86: | Our Singing Strength | It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm | | | 969 |
| 87: | Pan With Us | Pan came out of the woods one day, | | | 858 |
| 88: | Place For A Third | Nothing to say to all those marriages! | | | 772 |
| 89: | Plowmen | I hear men say to plow the snow. | | | 820 |
| 90: | Provide, Provide | The witch that came (the withered hag) | | | 1020 |
| 91: | Putting In The Seed | You come to fetch me from my work to-night | | | 789 |
| 92: | Quandary | Never have I been glad or sad | | | 1025 |
| 93: | Range-Finding | The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung | | | 831 |
| 94: | Reluctance | Out through the fields and the woods | | | 862 |
| 95: | Revelation | We make ourselves a place apart | | | 914 |
| 96: | Riders | The surest thing there is is we are riders, | | | 867 |
| 97: | Rose Pogonias | A saturated meadow, | | | 855 |
| 98: | Sand Dunes | Sea waves are green and wet, | | | 888 |
| 99: | Sitting By A Bush In Broad Sunlight | When I spread out my hand here today, | | | 772 |
| 100: | Spoils Of The Dead | Two fairies it was | | | 986 |
| 101: | Spring Pools | These pools that, though in forests, still reflect | | | 807 |
| 102: | Stars | How countlessly they congregate | | | 1012 |
| 103: | Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening | Whose woods these are I think I know. | | | 1118 |
| 104: | Storm Fear | When the wind works against us in the dark, | | | 1014 |
| 105: | The Aim Was Song | Before man came to blow it right | | | 996 |
| 106: | The Armful | For every parcel I stoop down to seize | | | 1054 |
| 107: | The Ax-Helve | I’ve known ere now an interfering branch | | | 990 |
| 108: | The Bear | The bear puts both arms around the tree above her | | | 1049 |
| 109: | The Birthplace | Here further up the mountain slope | | | 1002 |
| 110: | The Black Cottage | We chanced in passing by that afternoon | | | 1014 |
| 111: | The Cocoon | As far as I can see this autumn haze | | | 927 |
| 112: | The Code | There were three in the meadow by the brook | | | 781 |
| 113: | The Cow In Apple-Time | Something inspires the only cow of late | | | 858 |
| 114: | The Death Of The Hired Man | Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table | | | 973 |
| 115: | The Demiurge's Laugh | It was far in the sameness of the wood; | | | 900 |
| 116: | The Door In The Dark | In going from room to room in the dark, | | | 1026 |
| 117: | The Egg And The Machine | He gave the solid rail a hateful kick. | | | 996 |
| 118: | The Exposed Nest | You were forever finding some new play. | | | 893 |
| 119: | The Fear | A lantern light from deeper in the barn | | | 867 |
| 120: | The Flood | Blood has been harder to dam back than water. | | | 823 |
| 121: | The Flower Boat | The Fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarn | | | 868 |
| 122: | The Freedom Of The Moon | I've tried the new moon tilted in the air | | | 900 |
| 123: | The Generations Of Men | A governor it was proclaimed this time, | | | 840 |
| 124: | The Gift Outright | The land was ours before we were the land's. | | | 934 |
| 125: | The Grindstone | Having a wheel and four legs of its own | | | 833 |
| 126: | The Gum-Gatherer | There overtook me and drew me in | | | 763 |
| 127: | The Hill Wife | One ought not to have to care | | | 878 |
| 128: | The Housekeeper | I let myself in at the kitchen door. | | | 805 |
| 129: | The Investment | Over back where they speak of life as staying | | | 740 |
| 130: | The Kitchen Chimney | Builder, in building the little house, | | | 841 |
| 131: | The Last Mowing | There's a place called Far-away Meadow | | | 784 |
| 132: | The Line-Gang | Here come the line-gang pioneering by, | | | 915 |
| 133: | The Lockless Door | It went many years, | | | 878 |
| 134: | The Mountain | The mountain held the town as in a shadow | | | 1106 |
| 135: | The Need Of Being Versed In Country Things | The house had gone to bring again | | | 853 |
| 136: | The Onset | Always the same, when on a fated night | | | 859 |
| 137: | The Oven Bird | There is a singer everyone has heard, | | | 788 |
| 138: | The Pasture | I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; | | | 923 |
| 139: | The Peaceful Shepard | If heaven were to do again, | | | 742 |
| 140: | The Road Not Taken | Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, | | | 1133 |
| 141: | The Rose Family | The rose is a rose, | | | 854 |
| 142: | The Runaway | Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall, | | | 845 |
| 143: | The Secret Sits | We dance round in a ring and suppose, | | | 1009 |
| 144: | The Self-Seeker | Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: | | | 690 |
| 145: | The Silken Tent | She is as in a field of silken tent | | | 1060 |
| 146: | The Soldier | He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled, | | | 1069 |
| 147: | The Sound Of The Trees | I wonder about the trees. | | | 865 |
| 148: | The Span Of Life | The old dog barks backwards without getting up. | | | 1047 |
| 149: | The Star-Splitter | You know Orien always comes up sideways. | | | 921 |
| 150: | The Telephone | When I was just as far as I could walk | | | 1080 |
| 151: | The Thatch | Out alone in the winter rain, | | | 1061 |
| 152: | The Times Table | More than halfway up the pass | | | 1024 |
| 153: | The Trial By Bxistence | Even the bravest that are slain | | | 1021 |
| 154: | The Tuft Of Flowers | I went to turn the grass once after one | | | 1011 |
| 155: | The Valley's Singing Day | The sound of the closing outside door was all. | | | 775 |
| 156: | The Vanishing Red | He is said to have been the last Red man | | | 1018 |
| 157: | The Vantage Point | If tired of trees I seek again mankind, | | | 1125 |
| 158: | The Wood-Pile | Out walking in the frozen swamp one grey day | | | 1089 |
| 159: | They Were Welcome To Their Belief | Grief may have thought it was grief. | | | 1020 |
| 160: | To E. T. | I slumbered with your poems on my breast | | | 1052 |
| 161: | To Earthward | Love at the lips was touch | | | 1104 |
| 162: | To The Thawing Wind | Come with rain. O loud Southwester! | | | 990 |
| 163: | Tree At My Window | Tree at my window, window tree, | | | 1129 |
| 164: | Two Look At Two | Love and forgetting might have carried them | | | 1100 |
| 165: | Two Tramps In Mud Time | Out of the mud two strangers came | | | 908 |
| 166: | Waiting, A Field at Dusk | What things for dream there are when spectre-like, | | | 1031 |
| 167: | What Fifty Said | When I was young my teachers were the old. | | | 985 |
| 168: | Wind And Window Flower | Lovers, forget your love, | | | 1108 |
