Robert Frost

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

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  • Rookie Eric Anderson (1/10/2012 11:49:00 AM)

    I think that this poem means that the world could end in hate or it could just end on its own when the sun burns out like the hate some people have can be really bad and it could force them to blow up on the person that they hate that much or the ice means that they could just keep their cool and ignore the person that they have hate for but if the fire happens it could be really bad.

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  • Rookie Ellie Rae (12/29/2011 10:06:00 PM)

    I love this man he was a true genius! ! ! ! !

  • Rookie Susan Watson (5/5/2011 6:04:00 PM)

    I just re-discovered 'Revelation' by Robert Frost thru this website. Someone posted (in 2003) what they thought it meant. To me, it has a very personal meaning - how people put up a 'front' and pretend that everything is okay, and don't let people really get to know them until they are hurting so bad that they have to turn to someone.

  • Rookie Jay Allen (2/10/2011 10:59:00 AM)

    i love how you depict nature in most of your poems, very inspiring, :)

  • Rookie - 47 Points p.a. noushad (4/13/2010 1:04:00 AM)

    very simple presentation but very meaningful

  • Rookie Andrew Hoellering (12/31/2009 9:59:00 PM)

    I would urge everyone to write comments about specific Frost poems they like, avoiding generalisations whenever possible.

  • Rookie David Malek (4/26/2009 2:56:00 AM)

    The first line of 'For Once, Then, Something' should be:
    'Others taunt me for having knelt at well-curbs' and not 'taught' me as is printed here.

  • Rookie - 47 Points p.a. noushad (4/4/2009 1:51:00 AM)

    Robert Frost's poetry deals with New England life and character.You deal with homely situations and your style is simple.The poems often show the poet's unusual power of observing little noticed details of natural objects and rural characters.

  • Rookie KR Silkenvoice (1/13/2009 7:26:00 PM)

    There is something very sensual about this poem, I think. I did a recording of it, if you are interested. http: //www.archive.org/details/RobertFrost-SilkenTent

  • Rookie Danzen D. (12/8/2008 8:15:00 AM)

    One great poet who describes the things around him, little as a mite or big as a storm, in a very wonderful way, being observant and adding his own response to these. Some of your poems are a bit challenging, appearing to be just that, but to feel what is in them, to see through them, you truly deserve the compliments for you. A very GREAT poet indeed.

After Apple Picking

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still.
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.
I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight

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