| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: 'Out, Out' | The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard | | | 1159 |
| 2: A Boundless Moment | He halted in the wind, and, what was that | | | 1598 |
| 3: A Brook In The City | The firm house lingers, though averse to square | | | 1620 |
| 4: A Cliff Dwelling | There sandy seems the golden sky | | | 1411 |
| 5: A Considerable Speck | A speck that would have been beneath my sight | | | 1388 |
| 6: A Dream Pang | I had withdrawn in forest, and my song | | | 1412 |
| 7: A Girl's Garden | A neighbor of mine in the village | | | 1201 |
| 8: A Hillside Thaw | To think to know the country and now know | | | 1340 |
| 9: A Hundred Collars | Lancaster bore him, such a little town, | | | 1234 |
| 10: A Late Walk | When I go up through the mowing field, | | | 1393 |
| 11: A Line-Storm Song | The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift. | | | 1333 |
| 12: A Minor Bird | I have wished a bird would fly away, | | | 1472 |
| 13: A Passing Glimpse | I often see flowers from a passing car | | | 1363 |
| 14: A Patch Of Old Snow | There's a patch of old snow in a corner | | | 1367 |
| 15: A Peck Of Gold | Dust always blowing about the town, | | | 1309 |
| 16: A Prayer In Spring | Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today; | | | 1427 |
| 17: A Question | A voice said, Look me in the stars | | | 1476 |
| 18: A Servant To Servants | I didn't make you know how glad I was | | | 1222 |
| 19: A Soldier | He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled, | | | 1393 |
| 20: A Time To Talk | When a friend calls to me from the road | | | 1439 |
| 21: A Winter Eden | A winter garden in an alder swamp, | | | 1461 |
| 22: Acceptance | When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud | | | 1290 |
| 23: Acquainted With The Night | I have been one acquainted with the night. | | | 1377 |
| 24: After Apple Picking | My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree | | | 1209 |
| 25: An Old Man's Winter Night | All out of doors looked darkly in at him | | | 1199 |
| 26: Asking for Roses | A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, | | | 1307 |
| 27: Atmosphere | Winds blow the open grassy places bleak; | | | 1248 |
| 28: Bereft | Where had I heard this wind before | | | 1158 |
| 29: Birches | When I see birches bend to left and right | | | 1180 |
| 30: Blue-Butterfly Day | It is blue-butterfly day here in spring, | | | 1205 |
| 31: Blueberries | You ought to have seen what I saw on my way | | | 1237 |
| 32: Bond And Free | Love has earth to which she clings | | | 1122 |
| 33: But Outer Space | But outer Space, | | | 1194 |
| 34: Canis Major | The great Overdog | | | 1022 |
| 35: Come In | As I came to the edge of the woods, | | | 1189 |
| 36: Desert Places | Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast | | | 1187 |
| 37: Design | I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, | | | 1154 |
| 38: Devotion | The heart can think of no devotion | | | 1247 |
| 39: Dust In The Eyes | If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes | | | 1095 |
| 40: Dust Of Snow | The way a crow | | | 1220 |
| 41: Evening In A Sugar Orchard | From where I lingered in a lull in march | | | 1099 |
| 42: Fire And Ice | Some say the world will end in fire; | | | 1179 |
| 43: Fireflies In The Garden | Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, | | | 1075 |
| 44: Flower Gathering | I left you in the morning, | | | 1054 |
| 45: For Once, Then, Something | Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs | | | 948 |
| 46: Fragmentary Blue | Why make so much of fragmentary blue | | | 902 |
| 47: Gathering Leaves | Spades take up leaves | | | 980 |
| 48: Ghost House | I dwell in a lonely house I know | | | 1086 |
| 49: Going For Water | The well was dry beside the door, | | | 905 |
| 50: Good Hours | I had for my winter evening walk | | | 952 |
| 51: Good-Bye, And Keep Cold | This saying good-bye on the edge of the dark | | | 980 |
| 52: Hannibal | Was there even a cause too lost, | | | 924 |
| 53: Home Burial | He saw her from the bottom of the stairs | | | 914 |
| 54: Hyla Brook | By June our brook's run out of song and speed. | | | 923 |
| 55: I Will Sing You One-O | It was long I lay | | | 958 |
| 56: Immigrants | No ship of all that under sail or steam | | | 946 |
| 57: In A Disused Graveyard | The living come with grassy tread | | | 842 |
| 58: In A Poem | The sentencing goes blithely on its way | | | 1136 |
| 59: In A Vale | When I was young, we dwelt in a vale | | | 1123 |
| 60: In Equal Sacrifice | Thus of old the Douglas did: | | | 1074 |
| 61: In Hardwood Groves | The same leaves over and over again! | | | 865 |
| 62: In Neglect | They leave us so to the way we took, | | | 848 |
| 63: In White | A dented spider like a snow drop white | | | 1234 |
| 64: Into My Own | One of my wishes is that those dark trees, | | | 984 |
| 65: Iota Subscript | Seek not in me the big I capital, | | | 856 |
| 66: Leaves Compared With Flowers | A tree's leaves may be ever so good, | | | 1186 |
| 67: Lodged | The rain to the wind said, | | | 1067 |
| 68: Love And A Question | A stranger came to the door at eve, | | | 1170 |
| 69: Meeting And Passing | As I went down the hill along the wall | | | 1243 |
| 70: Mending Wall | Something there is that doesn't love a wall, | | | 1317 |
| 71: Misgiving | All crying, 'We will go with you, O Wind!' | | | 1208 |
| 72: Mowing | There was never a sound beside the wood but one, | | | 1148 |
| 73: My Butterfly | Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, | | | 1294 |
| 74: My November Guest | My Sorrow, when she's here with me, | | | 904 |
| 75: Neither Out Far Nor In Deep | The people along the sand | | | 1228 |
| 76: Never Again Would Bird's Song Be the Same | He would declare and could himself believe | | | 1211 |
| 77: Not To Keep | They sent him back to her. The letter came | | | 836 |
| 78: Nothing Gold Can Stay | Nature's first green is gold, | | | 1099 |
| 79: Now Close The Windows | Now close the windows and hush all the fields: | | | 932 |
| 80: October | O hushed October morning mild, | | | 1067 |
| 81: On A Tree Fallen Across The Road | The tree the tempest with a crash of wood | | | 947 |
| 82: On Going Unnoticed | As vain to raise a voice as a sigh | | | 994 |
| 83: On Looking Up By Chance At The Constellations | You'll wait a long, long time for anything much | | | 908 |
| 84: Once By The Pacific | The shattered water made a misty din. | | | 899 |
| 85: One Step Backward Taken | Not only sands and gravels | | | 1053 |
| 86: Our Singing Strength | It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm | | | 1039 |
| 87: Pan With Us | Pan came out of the woods one day, | | | 941 |
| 88: Place For A Third | Nothing to say to all those marriages! | | | 828 |
| 89: Plowmen | I hear men say to plow the snow. | | | 922 |
| 90: Provide, Provide | The witch that came (the withered hag) | | | 1077 |
| 91: Putting In The Seed | You come to fetch me from my work to-night | | | 853 |
| 92: Quandary | Never have I been glad or sad | | | 1104 |
| 93: Range-Finding | The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung | | | 882 |
| 94: Reluctance | Out through the fields and the woods | | | 916 |
| 95: Revelation | We make ourselves a place apart | | | 976 |
| 96: Riders | The surest thing there is is we are riders, | | | 943 |
| 97: Rose Pogonias | A saturated meadow, | | | 955 |
| 98: Sand Dunes | Sea waves are green and wet, | | | 967 |
| 99: Sitting By A Bush In Broad Sunlight | When I spread out my hand here today, | | | 836 |
| 100: Spoils Of The Dead | Two fairies it was | | | 1078 |
| 101: Spring Pools | These pools that, though in forests, still reflect | | | 883 |
| 102: Stars | How countlessly they congregate | | | 1087 |
| 103: Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening | Whose woods these are I think I know. | | | 1249 |
| 104: Storm Fear | When the wind works against us in the dark, | | | 1090 |
| 105: The Aim Was Song | Before man came to blow it right | | | 1099 |
| 106: The Armful | For every parcel I stoop down to seize | | | 1217 |
| 107: The Ax-Helve | I’ve known ere now an interfering branch | | | 1081 |
| 108: The Bear | The bear puts both arms around the tree above her | | | 1157 |
| 109: The Birthplace | Here further up the mountain slope | | | 1088 |
| 110: The Black Cottage | We chanced in passing by that afternoon | | | 1119 |
| 111: The Cocoon | As far as I can see this autumn haze | | | 1030 |
| 112: The Code | There were three in the meadow by the brook | | | 862 |
| 113: The Cow In Apple-Time | Something inspires the only cow of late | | | 939 |
| 114: The Death Of The Hired Man | Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table | | | 1048 |
| 115: The Demiurge's Laugh | It was far in the sameness of the wood; | | | 982 |
| 116: The Door In The Dark | In going from room to room in the dark, | | | 1116 |
| 117: The Egg And The Machine | He gave the solid rail a hateful kick. | | | 1080 |
| 118: The Exposed Nest | You were forever finding some new play. | | | 966 |
| 119: The Fear | A lantern light from deeper in the barn | | | 999 |
| 120: The Flood | Blood has been harder to dam back than water. | | | 906 |
| 121: The Flower Boat | The Fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarn | | | 1003 |
| 122: The Freedom Of The Moon | I've tried the new moon tilted in the air | | | 974 |
| 123: The Generations Of Men | A governor it was proclaimed this time, | | | 960 |
| 124: The Gift Outright | The land was ours before we were the land's. | | | 1058 |
| 125: The Grindstone | Having a wheel and four legs of its own | | | 930 |
| 126: The Gum-Gatherer | There overtook me and drew me in | | | 833 |
| 127: The Hill Wife | One ought not to have to care | | | 960 |
| 128: The Housekeeper | I let myself in at the kitchen door. | | | 883 |
| 129: The Investment | Over back where they speak of life as staying | | | 829 |
| 130: The Kitchen Chimney | Builder, in building the little house, | | | 953 |
| 131: The Last Mowing | There's a place called Far-away Meadow | | | 864 |
| 132: The Line-Gang | Here come the line-gang pioneering by, | | | 1002 |
| 133: The Lockless Door | It went many years, | | | 980 |
| 134: The Mountain | The mountain held the town as in a shadow | | | 1227 |
| 135: The Need Of Being Versed In Country Things | The house had gone to bring again | | | 964 |
| 136: The Onset | Always the same, when on a fated night | | | 961 |
| 137: The Oven Bird | There is a singer everyone has heard, | | | 880 |
| 138: The Pasture | I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; | | | 1005 |
| 139: The Peaceful Shepard | If heaven were to do again, | | | 816 |
| 140: The Road Not Taken | Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, | | | 1256 |
| 141: The Rose Family | The rose is a rose, | | | 938 |
| 142: The Runaway | Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall, | | | 930 |
| 143: The Secret Sits | We dance round in a ring and suppose, | | | 1139 |
| 144: The Self-Seeker | Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: | | | 783 |
| 145: The Silken Tent | She is as in a field of silken tent | | | 1154 |
| 146: The Soldier | He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled, | | | 1166 |
| 147: The Sound Of The Trees | I wonder about the trees. | | | 953 |
| 148: The Span Of Life | The old dog barks backwards without getting up. | | | 1179 |
| 149: The Star-Splitter | You know Orien always comes up sideways. | | | 1004 |
| 150: The Telephone | When I was just as far as I could walk | | | 1173 |
| 151: The Thatch | Out alone in the winter rain, | | | 1146 |
| 152: The Times Table | More than halfway up the pass | | | 1100 |
| 153: The Trial By Bxistence | Even the bravest that are slain | | | 1097 |
| 154: The Tuft Of Flowers | I went to turn the grass once after one | | | 1094 |
| 155: The Valley's Singing Day | The sound of the closing outside door was all. | | | 864 |
| 156: The Vanishing Red | He is said to have been the last Red man | | | 1096 |
| 157: The Vantage Point | If tired of trees I seek again mankind, | | | 1206 |
| 158: The Wood-Pile | Out walking in the frozen swamp one grey day | | | 1169 |
| 159: They Were Welcome To Their Belief | Grief may have thought it was grief. | | | 1077 |
| 160: To E. T. | I slumbered with your poems on my breast | | | 1155 |
| 161: To Earthward | Love at the lips was touch | | | 1169 |
| 162: To The Thawing Wind | Come with rain. O loud Southwester! | | | 1075 |
| 163: Tree At My Window | Tree at my window, window tree, | | | 1210 |
| 164: Two Look At Two | Love and forgetting might have carried them | | | 1159 |
| 165: Two Tramps In Mud Time | Out of the mud two strangers came | | | 966 |
| 166: Waiting, A Field at Dusk | What things for dream there are when spectre-like, | | | 1090 |
| 167: What Fifty Said | When I was young my teachers were the old. | | | 1053 |
| 168: Wind And Window Flower | Lovers, forget your love, | | | 1180 |
