Robert Frost

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

Robert Frost Poems

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1. The Last Mowing 3/11/2016
2. Pea Brush 3/11/2016
3. Brown's Descent 1/14/2016
4. Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter 5/6/2015
5. I Will Sing You One-O 3/10/2016
6. New Hampshire 3/11/2016
7. The Egg and the Machine 3/11/2016
8. Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight 3/10/2016
9. The Witch of Coos 11/24/2015
10. The Pauper Witch of Grafton 3/1/2016
11. Good Hours 3/10/2016
12. Wild Grapes 3/11/2016
13. The Generations of Men 5/16/2015
14. Locked Out 3/11/2016
15. The Investment 3/11/2016
16. Immigrants 6/8/2015
17. A Winter Eden 3/11/2016
18. The Times Table 3/11/2016
19. Riders 3/10/2016
20. The Birthplace 5/14/2015
21. The Housekeeper 3/11/2016
22. An Empty Threat 3/11/2016
23. Sand Dunes 3/10/2016
24. The Flood 12/10/2015
25. Directive 6/26/2015
26. A Passing Glimpse 3/10/2016
27. On a Tree Fallen Across the Road 3/10/2016
28. The Runaway 3/10/2016
29. The Last Word of a Blue Bird 3/10/2016
30. The Kitchen Chimney 1/27/2016
31. A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey's Ears, and Some Books 3/5/2016
32. Snow 2/23/2016
33. The Most Of It 12/17/2014
34. Dust in the Eyes 3/11/2016
35. Atmosphere 3/11/2016
36. Misgiving 7/11/2015
37. Maple 6/24/2015
38. Place For A Third 2/2/2015
39. Paul's Wife 2/3/2015
40. In The Home Stretch 1/9/2015
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 ...

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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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