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Robert Frost

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

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  • Chad Warden (4/12/2013 10:14:00 AM)

    This cracka is almost as ballin as me, Big Poppie, C Wizzle, CHAD WARDEN! ! !

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  • Mary Cross (4/4/2013 3:55:00 PM)

    I am amazed at how many of his poems I remember and can recite in smaller/larger parts.

  • Zhaleh Hour (3/25/2013 6:01:00 AM)

    He is a really great poet. I love his poems esp The road Not Taken. In my view our life in a way is the road not taken!

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

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  • 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

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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