Robert Frost

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

Robert Frost Poems

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121. The Mountain 3/29/2010
122. The Need Of Being Versed In Country Things 1/3/2003
123. The Objection To Being Stepped On 3/29/2010
124. The Oft-Repeated Dream 3/30/2010
125. The Onset 1/8/2015
126. The Oven Bird 1/3/2003
127. The Pasture 1/3/2003
128. The Peaceful Shepherd 12/4/2014
129. The Road Not Taken 1/3/2003
130. The Rose Family 1/3/2003
131. The Secret Sits 1/3/2003
132. The Silken Tent 1/3/2003
133. The Soldier 1/3/2003
134. The Sound Of Trees 1/3/2003
135. The Span Of Life 1/13/2003
136. The Star Splitter 1/3/2003
137. The Telephone 1/13/2003
138. The Trial By Existence 1/13/2003
139. The Tuft Of Flowers 1/3/2003
140. The Vanishing Red 1/13/2003
141. The Vantage Point 1/13/2003
142. The Wood-Pile 1/3/2003
143. They Were Welcome To Their Belief 1/3/2003
144. To E.T. 1/3/2003
145. To Earthward 1/3/2003
146. To The Thawing Wind 1/13/2003
147. Tree At My Window 1/3/2003
148. Two Look At Two 1/3/2003
149. Two Tramps In Mud Time 1/3/2003
150. Unharvested 3/8/2011
151. Waiting -- Afield At Dusk 3/29/2010
152. What Fifty Said.. 3/29/2010
153. Wind And Window Flower 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

Come In

As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music -- hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.

Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.

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