Robert Frost

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

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Robert Lee Frost was an American poet. He is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech. His work frequently employed settings from rural life in New England in the early twentieth century, using them to examine complex social and philosophical themes. A popular and often-quoted poet, Frost was honored frequently during his lifetime, receiving four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry.

Early years

Robert Frost was born in San Francisco, California, to journalist William Prescott Frost, Jr., and Isabelle Moodie. His mother was of Scottish descent, and his father descended from Nicholas Frost of Tiverton, Devon, England,... more »

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  • ''You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's. He is more particular.... The father is always a Republican towards his son, and his mother's always a Democrat.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Writers at Work, Second Series, ed. George Plimpton (1963).
  • ''Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Address, May 17, 1935, Milton Academy, Massachusetts.
  • ''A poem ... begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.... It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. letter, Jan. 1, 1916, to poet and anthologist Louis Untermeyer. The Letters of Robert Frost to Louis Untermeyer (...
  • ''A light he was to no one but himself.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. An Old Man's Winter Night (l. 15). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Ho...
  • ''"Skepticism" is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, "Well, what have we here?"''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Quoted by critic Lionel Trilling, Partisan Review 50th Anniversary Edition, 1946 entry, ed. William Philips (1985...
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  • Rookie Marvel Chukwudi Pephel (9/28/2015 9:59:00 PM)

    "The Road Not Taken" was my favourite poem as at 2011.Frost was a great poet.

  • Rookie - 60 Points Sam Mohammed (6/3/2015 3:18:00 AM)

    The woods are lovely dark and deep, but i have the promises to keep, miles to go before i sleep and miles to go before i sleep
    The quote which helped me through my life and helped me do work in time

  • Veteran Poet - 1,902 Points p.a. noushad (5/8/2015 12:37:00 PM)

    Dear, I like your flowery verses and the depth of their meanings.

  • Rookie - 82 Points Jessica Adams (5/5/2015 9:47:00 PM)

    beautiful! ! Thats all i can say! ! Beautiful! !

  • Veteran Poet - 1,444 Points Josey Alfred (4/23/2015 2:14:00 AM)

    What a beauty,
    In this writ every thing is so much known to the others, the poet the road the wood the horse the lake, though it's dark every Thing is clear to all, even the horse has a question. Why stop here, no farm house, the horse ask?
    In fact frost has painted a very clear picture, even though he is in a hurry, for he has to go a long way.
    This is a great. Poem.

  • Rookie - 29 Points Logan Reed (3/23/2015 5:27:00 PM)

    His poems are a true work of art. Nobody could replace his poetic genius. Nobody...

  • Veteran Poet - 1,902 Points p.a. noushad (3/18/2015 8:46:00 PM)

    Robert Frost, some of your poems inspire me.

  • Rookie - 0 Points Gina Hayanan (3/15/2015 1:30:00 AM)

    The Road is my favorite poem from Robert Frost. It reminds me how I learn English literature

  • Rookie - 2 Points Aysegul Avcu (2/25/2015 6:47:00 AM)


  • Rookie - 0 Points Zach Showgren (12/9/2014 4:18:00 PM)

    I love robert frost! ! ! ! ! ! ! a true inspiration

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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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