Robert Frost

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

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  • 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...

    161 person liked.
    126 person did not like.
  • 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.

  • 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

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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