Robert Frost

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

Robert Frost Poems

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1. The Pauper Witch of Grafton 3/1/2016
2. I Will Sing You One-O 3/10/2016
3. The Investment 3/11/2016
4. The Kitchen Chimney 1/27/2016
5. The Generations of Men 5/16/2015
6. New Hampshire 3/11/2016
7. The Last Mowing 3/11/2016
8. Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight 3/10/2016
9. The Egg and the Machine 3/11/2016
10. Wild Grapes 3/11/2016
11. Sand Dunes 3/10/2016
12. An Empty Threat 3/11/2016
13. A Hillside Thaw 3/11/2016
14. The Housekeeper 3/11/2016
15. The Birthplace 5/14/2015
16. Pea Brush 3/11/2016
17. Good Hours 3/10/2016
18. A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey's Ears, and Some Books 3/5/2016
19. A Winter Eden 3/11/2016
20. The Times Table 3/11/2016
21. Riders 3/10/2016
22. The Last Word of a Blue Bird 3/10/2016
23. Immigrants 6/8/2015
24. A Passing Glimpse 3/10/2016
25. On a Tree Fallen Across the Road 3/10/2016
26. An Encounter 3/11/2016
27. Dust in the Eyes 3/11/2016
28. The Flood 12/10/2015
29. Locked Out 3/11/2016
30. Directive 6/26/2015
31. Acceptance 3/10/2016
32. Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter 5/6/2015
33. The Witch of Coos 11/24/2015
34. Atmosphere 3/11/2016
35. The Runaway 3/10/2016
36. Misgiving 7/11/2015
37. Snow 2/23/2016
38. Brown's Descent 1/14/2016
39. Maple 6/24/2015
40. Paul's Wife 2/3/2015
Best Poem of Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come ...

Read the full of The Road Not Taken

Revelation

We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone find us really out.

'Tis pity if the case require
(Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The understanding of a friend.

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