Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)
Poems by Robert Frost : 113 / 136
The Rose Family
The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple's a rose,
And the pear is, and so's
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose -
But were always a rose.
Robert Frost
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: rose, family
Poems by Robert Frost : 113 / 136
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Indeed, only Frost has such lightness of touch. He makes the rest of us seem heavy-handed.
one of my favourite poems by my favourite english-speaking poet. tho only one i know who could write such complicated things in such a simple way :)
Beautiful. Frost always captures my heart.