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

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  • Abraham Jeong (3/6/2013 8:29:00 PM)

    dont know about him very much

    56 person liked.
    147 person did not like.
  • Lisa Smith (2/2/2013 11:59:00 PM)

    Robert Frost is a poet with something for everyone. He writes rhymed poetry as if it were natural, easy dialogue. He appeals to the best instincts of anyone and seems constantly to be climbing toward the infinite. Many of his poems are good enough to give me shivers. He will never become obsolete.

  • Bikash Kc (1/15/2013 10:57:00 PM)

    i have not read all poems of Frost but what i read are all impressive and real...

  • Ajaydev Vijayakumar (12/2/2012 8:42:00 AM)

    among a handful of creative poets Robert Frost poems are truly magnificent....

  • Vincent Ibekwe (11/28/2012 11:38:00 PM)

    Woods are lovely dark and deep
    But I have promises to keep...
    I love visual imagery. It's grand and evocative

  • Aideen Buckley (10/30/2012 3:34:00 PM)

    i think frost is a really good poet and all is poems r the best

  • Pckdragon Anonymous (10/20/2012 8:31:00 PM)

    496 people dislike Robert Frost : (

  • Charles Vaughn (9/3/2012 9:44:00 PM)

    Does anyone here wonder why Frost never won the Nobel Prize for literature? Frost's poetry is basically conservative (lower case c) - poetry that touches the basic and enduring nature of we humans.

  • Min Thapa (9/2/2012 8:14:00 PM)

    Realy impressing poet

  • Yacov Mitchenko (7/30/2012 9:29:00 AM)

    At his very best, he does fly high. My all-time favorites are the following: Acquainted with the Night, Desert Places, Design, Stopping By Woods..., The Most Of It, Never Again Would Birds' Song Be the Same, Directive, Home Burial, After Apple Picking, The Death of the Hired Man, Out Out -, and Two Tramps in Mud Time.

Come In

As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music -- hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.

Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.

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