Robert Frost

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

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

    496 people dislike Robert Frost : (

    145 person liked.
    221 person did not like.
  • 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.

  • Josephine Collett (6/15/2012 7:11:00 PM)

    He is truly a poet's poet. In his inimitable style, he transforms a delicate description of rural New England landscapes and everyday events into a deep revelation of our humanity. His work is delightful, inspiring and superb

  • Sylva Portoian (5/19/2012 5:29:00 AM)

    Nice to feel with the poets
    And carry their names...!
    Through their stanzas
    They have many souls
    More than offspring...
    They will seed and more...
    As they exhale their thoughts
    For us to Breathe In...!

    Sylva-MD-Poetry

  • Sayeed Abubakar (5/14/2012 8:48:00 AM)

    Frost, you possessed the true spirit of poetry, cool, calm and natural.

  • Ron Spiers (4/30/2012 11:00:00 AM)

    Please include The Bearer of Evil Tidings and O Star in Frost poems you list and make e.e.cummings poetry texts available for inclusion in favorite poems list

  • Walterrean Salley (4/29/2012 2:30:00 AM)

    An amazing and incredible poet. His works allow the reader to embrace the experience, that they might truly enjoy it.

  • Ciarli Ling (4/15/2012 4:42:00 AM)

    A really Giant Poet.
    He cannot accept the philosophy inside the Poetry as a base. He melt the philosophy or the world to express a understandable Poetry, for sure with philosophy colors or extracts, so a heavy but understandable Poetry.

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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