Robert Frost

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

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Zach Showgren (12/9/2014 4:18:00 PM)

    I love robert frost! ! ! ! ! ! ! a true inspiration

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  • Rookie - 149 Points Wiley Wildcard (10/30/2014 3:35:00 PM)

    I guess you can say that he is my inspiration to write.

  • Rookie - 9 Points Srimayee Ganguly (10/7/2014 12:42:00 PM)

    whenever I'm exhausted or bored I just grab a copy of his poems that keeps me engrossed in his enchanted world -which is lovely, dark and deep

  • Rookie - 2 Points Jennifer Vail (9/22/2014 2:36:00 PM)

    i have a paper due on this author and william williams a compare and contrast paper and i am having a hard time doing so any ideas on this

  • Rookie - 488 Points Deniz Atay (8/29/2014 2:49:00 PM)

    it is impossible not to see the touch and vivid reflection of life in his poetry.. one of the greatest.

  • Rookie Zahidah Rabaab (8/2/2014 11:54:00 PM)

    No doubt, from Nature did Robert Frost get his ideas for his poems.

  • Rookie S B (5/6/2014 4:41:00 PM)

    one of his most popular and amazing poems. Very meaningful!

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    amazing poems. one of my favorite authors

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Out, Out

The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.

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