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Robert Frost

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

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  • Claire Thomas (5/18/2013 5:32:00 AM)

    Robert Frost is my favourite poet and mending wall my favourite poem.It can be taken and considered on many levels.Physical, mental, emotional barriers.Good fences make good neighbours?

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  • Mary Cross (4/4/2013 3:55:00 PM)

    I am amazed at how many of his poems I remember and can recite in smaller/larger parts.

  • Zhaleh Hour (3/25/2013 6:01:00 AM)

    He is a really great poet. I love his poems esp The road Not Taken. In my view our life in a way is the road not taken!

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  • Lisa Smith (2/2/2013 11:59:00 PM)

    Robert Frost is a poet with something for everyone. He writes rhymed poetry as if it were natural, easy dialogue. He appeals to the best instincts of anyone and seems constantly to be climbing toward the infinite. Many of his poems are good enough to give me shivers. He will never become obsolete.

  • Bikash Kc (1/15/2013 10:57:00 PM)

    i have not read all poems of Frost but what i read are all impressive and real...

A Time to Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall

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