Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Comments about Robert Frost

  • Halin Roche (4/26/2016 10:20:00 AM)

    Great poet...

    37 person liked.
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  • Josh Hartshorne (3/10/2016 2:05:00 PM)

    I have problems with expressing my feelings

  • Kelley Tom (1/26/2016 5:13:00 PM)

    Why is he #2? He should be #1

  • Kelley Tom (1/26/2016 5:11:00 PM)

    Why is he #2? He's #1

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (1/21/2016 6:57:00 AM)

    I like almost all his poems, but especially love 'Dust of Snow' - its last 2 lines are wonderful..

    The way a crow
    Shook down on me
    The dust of snow
    From a hemlock tree
    Has given my heart
    A change of mood
    And saved some part
    Of a day I had rued.


    Robert Frost, 'Dust of Snow' (1923)

  • Titto Mutunguti Titto Mutunguti (10/16/2015 3:58:00 PM)

    Great poem...well expressed

  • Swapnil Aher (10/16/2015 11:19:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem..

  • Marvel Chukwudi Pephel Marvel Chukwudi Pephel (9/28/2015 9:59:00 PM)

    "The Road Not Taken" was my favourite poem as at 2011.Frost was a great poet.

  • Sam Mohammed (6/3/2015 3:18:00 AM)

    The woods are lovely dark and deep, but i have the promises to keep, miles to go before i sleep and miles to go before i sleep
    The quote which helped me through my life and helped me do work in time

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (5/8/2015 12:37:00 PM)

    Dear, I like your flowery verses and the depth of their meanings.

Best Poem of Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
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,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come ...

Read the full of The Road Not Taken

A Time To Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall

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