Robert Frost

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

Robert Frost Poems

If you see a poem only with title, it is listed that way because of copyright reasons.
41. Fireflies In The Garden 1/3/2003
42. Flower-Gathering 1/13/2003
43. For Once, Then, Something 1/3/2003
44. Fragmentary Blue 1/13/2003
45. Gathering Leaves 1/13/2003
46. Ghost House 1/13/2003
47. God's Garden 3/29/2010
48. Going For Water 1/13/2003
49. Good-Bye, And Keep Cold 1/3/2003
50. Hannibal 1/13/2003
51. Home Burial 1/13/2003
52. Hyla Brook 1/13/2003
53. Immigrants 6/8/2015
54. In A Disused Graveyard 1/3/2003
55. In A Poem 1/20/2003
56. In A Vale 3/29/2010
57. In Equal Sacrifice 3/29/2010
58. In Hardwood Groves 1/13/2003
59. In Neglect 1/13/2003
60. In The Home Stretch 1/9/2015
61. In White 1/1/2004
62. Into My Own 1/13/2003
63. Iota Subscript 3/30/2010
64. Iris By Night 3/30/2010
65. Leaves Compared With Flowers 1/3/2003
66. Lodged 11/21/2014
67. Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter 5/6/2015
68. Love And A Question 1/13/2003
69. Maple 6/24/2015
70. Meeting And Passing 1/13/2003
71. Mending Wall 1/3/2003
72. Misgiving 7/11/2015
73. Mowing 1/13/2003
74. My Butterfly 1/13/2003
75. My November Guest 1/3/2003
76. Neither Out Far Nor In Deep 1/3/2003
77. Never Again Would Bird's Song Be The Same 1/3/2003
78. Not To Keep 1/3/2003
79. Nothing Gold Can Stay 1/3/2003
80. Now Close The Windows 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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