Robert Frost

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

Robert Frost Poems

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81. Paul's Wife 2/3/2015
82. Place For A Third 2/2/2015
83. Plowmen 1/13/2003
84. Provide, Provide 1/3/2003
85. Putting In The Seed 1/13/2003
86. Quandary 4/24/2003
87. Range-Finding 1/3/2003
88. Reluctance 1/13/2003
89. Revelation 1/3/2003
90. Rose Pogonias 1/13/2003
91. Spoils Of The Dead 3/29/2010
92. Spring Pools 1/3/2003
93. Stars 1/3/2003
94. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening 1/3/2003
95. Storm Fear 3/30/2010
96. The Aim Was Song 1/3/2003
97. The Armful 1/13/2003
98. The Axe-Helve 3/29/2010
99. The Bear 1/13/2003
100. The Black Cottage 3/29/2010
101. The Bonfire 3/29/2010
102. The Code—heroics 3/29/2010
103. The Cow In Apple-Time 1/13/2003
104. The Death Of The Hired Man 1/3/2003
105. The Demiurge's Laugh 1/3/2003
106. The Door In The Dark 1/27/2015
107. The Exposed Nest 1/13/2003
108. The Fear 3/29/2010
109. The Flower Boat 1/13/2003
110. The Freedom Of The Moon 2/2/2015
111. The Gift Outright 1/3/2003
112. The Gum-Gatherer 1/13/2003
113. The Impulse 3/29/2010
114. The Line-Gang 1/13/2003
115. The Lockless Door 1/3/2003
116. The Master Speed 9/14/2013
117. The Most Of It 12/17/2014
118. The Mountain 3/29/2010
119. The Need Of Being Versed In Country Things 1/3/2003
120. The Objection To Being Stepped On 3/29/2010
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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