Robert Frost

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

Robert Frost Poems

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1. "In White": Frost's Early Version Of Design 1/13/2003
2. A Boundless Moment 1/13/2003
3. A Brook In The City 1/13/2003
4. A Cliff Dwelling 1/3/2003
5. A Considerable Speck 1/3/2003
6. A Dream Pang 1/3/2003
7. A Girl's Garden 2/3/2015
8. A Late Walk 1/3/2003
9. A Line-Storm Song 1/3/2003
10. A Minor Bird 1/13/2003
11. A Patch Of Old Snow 1/3/2003
12. A Peck of Gold -new- 2/14/2016
13. A Prayer In Spring 1/3/2003
14. A Question 1/3/2003
15. A Servant To Servants 1/13/2003
16. A Soldier 1/13/2003
17. A Star In A Stoneboat 1/15/2015
18. A Time To Talk 1/3/2003
19. Acquainted With The Night 1/3/2003
20. After Apple Picking 1/3/2003
21. An Old Man's Winter Night 1/3/2003
22. Asking For Roses 1/3/2003
23. Bereft 1/3/2003
24. Birches 1/3/2003
25. Blueberries 3/29/2010
26. Blue-Butterfly Day 12/12/2014
27. Bond And Free 1/13/2003
28. Brown's Descent 1/14/2016
29. But Outer Space 1/3/2003
30. Canis Major 3/29/2010
31. Carpe Diem 3/29/2010
32. Christmas Trees 3/29/2010
33. Come In 1/3/2003
34. Departmental 3/29/2010
35. Desert Places 1/3/2003
36. Design 1/3/2003
37. Devotion 1/3/2003
38. Directive 6/26/2015
39. Dust Of Snow 1/3/2003
40. Evening In A Sugar Orchard 1/13/2003
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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