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.
81. In Neglect 1/13/2003
82. Hannibal 1/13/2003
83. Rose Pogonias 1/13/2003
84. In White 1/1/2004
85. The Vanishing Red 1/13/2003
86. Storm Fear 3/30/2010
87. The Exposed Nest 1/13/2003
88. Quandary 4/24/2003
89. For Once, Then, Something 1/3/2003
90. To E.T. 1/3/2003
91. Spoils Of The Dead 3/29/2010
92. Hyla Brook 1/13/2003
93. The Bear 1/13/2003
94. The Flower Boat 1/13/2003
95. In A Poem 1/20/2003
96. Not To Keep 1/3/2003
97. Meeting And Passing 1/13/2003
98. The Star Splitter 1/3/2003
99. They Were Welcome To Their Belief 1/3/2003
100. The Vantage Point 1/13/2003
101. In A Disused Graveyard 1/3/2003
102. The Oven Bird 1/3/2003
103. To Earthward 1/3/2003
104. The Cow In Apple-Time 1/13/2003
105. In Hardwood Groves 1/13/2003
106. The Trial By Existence 1/13/2003
107. Christmas Trees 3/29/2010
108. Reluctance 1/13/2003
109. The Wood-Pile 1/3/2003
110. The Armful 1/13/2003
111. The Death Of The Hired Man 1/3/2003
112. Canis Major 3/29/2010
113. On Looking Up By Chance At The Constellations 1/3/2003
114. The Span Of Life 1/13/2003
115. Blueberries 3/29/2010
116. The Lockless Door 1/3/2003
117. Wind And Window Flower 3/29/2010
118. Leaves Compared With Flowers 1/3/2003
119. The Sound Of Trees 1/3/2003
120. Fragmentary Blue 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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