Robert Frost

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

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

    dont know about him very much

    57 person liked.
    145 person did not like.
  • Rookie 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.

  • Rookie 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...

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

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

  • Rookie 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

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

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

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

    496 people dislike Robert Frost : (

  • Rookie 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.

  • Rookie Min Thapa (9/2/2012 8:14:00 PM)

    Realy impressing poet

  • Rookie 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.

Lodged

The rain to the wind said,
'You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged - though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.

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