Robert Frost

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

Comments about Robert Frost

  • Veteran Poet - 1,173 Points Titto Mutunguti (10/16/2015 3:58:00 PM)

    Great poem...well expressed

    21 person liked.
    13 person did not like.
  • Rookie Swapnil Aher (10/16/2015 11:19:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem..

  • Rookie - 56 Points 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 - 1,928 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 - 1,491 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 - 1,928 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

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

The Witch of Coos

I staid the night for shelter at a farm
Behind the mountains, with a mother and son,
Two old-believers. They did all the talking.

MOTHER Folks think a witch who has familiar spirits
She could call up to pass a winter evening,
But won't, should be burned at the stake or something.
Summoning spirits isn't 'Button, button,
Who's got the button,' I would have them know.

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