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.
121. Provide, Provide 1/3/2003
122. My November Guest 1/3/2003
123. Leaves Compared With Flowers 1/3/2003
124. Two Look At Two 1/3/2003
125. Now Close The Windows 1/13/2003
126. The Sound Of Trees 1/3/2003
127. The Telephone 1/13/2003
128. My Butterfly 1/13/2003
129. Mowing 1/13/2003
130. Into My Own 1/13/2003
131. Bond And Free 1/13/2003
132. The Aim Was Song 1/3/2003
133. Spring Pools 1/3/2003
134. Fragmentary Blue 1/13/2003
135. The Pasture 1/3/2003
136. Good-Bye, And Keep Cold 1/3/2003
137. The Soldier 1/3/2003
138. Neither Out Far Nor In Deep 1/3/2003
139. Once By The Pacific 1/3/2003
140. Going For Water 1/13/2003
141. Home Burial 1/13/2003
142. God's Garden 3/29/2010
143. Revelation 1/3/2003
144. Carpe Diem 3/29/2010
145. The Tuft Of Flowers 1/3/2003
146. Two Tramps In Mud Time 1/3/2003
147. Flower-Gathering 1/13/2003
148. The Gift Outright 1/3/2003
149. Evening In A Sugar Orchard 1/13/2003
150. Never Again Would Bird's Song Be The Same 1/3/2003
151. Come In 1/3/2003
152. October 1/13/2003
153. Tree At My Window 1/3/2003
154. Gathering Leaves 1/13/2003
155. Stars 1/3/2003
156. Out, Out 1/3/2003
157. "In White": Frost's Early Version Of Design 1/13/2003
158. Design 1/3/2003
159. Ghost House 1/13/2003
160. Devotion 1/3/2003
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 ...

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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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