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Robert Frost

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

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  • Aideen Buckley (10/30/2012 3:34:00 PM)

    i think frost is a really good poet and all is poems r the best

    197 person liked.
    182 person did not like.
  • Pckdragon Anonymous (10/20/2012 8:31:00 PM)

    496 people dislike Robert Frost : (

  • Charles Vaughn (9/3/2012 9:44:00 PM)

    Does anyone here wonder why Frost never won the Nobel Prize for literature? Frost's poetry is basically conservative (lower case c) - poetry that touches the basic and enduring nature of we humans.

  • Min Thapa (9/2/2012 8:14:00 PM)

    Realy impressing poet

  • Yacov Mitchenko (7/30/2012 9:29:00 AM)

    At his very best, he does fly high. My all-time favorites are the following: Acquainted with the Night, Desert Places, Design, Stopping By Woods..., The Most Of It, Never Again Would Birds' Song Be the Same, Directive, Home Burial, After Apple Picking, The Death of the Hired Man, Out Out -, and Two Tramps in Mud Time.

  • Josephine Collett (6/15/2012 7:11:00 PM)

    He is truly a poet's poet. In his inimitable style, he transforms a delicate description of rural New England landscapes and everyday events into a deep revelation of our humanity. His work is delightful, inspiring and superb

  • Sylva Portoian (5/19/2012 5:29:00 AM)

    Nice to feel with the poets
    And carry their names...!
    Through their stanzas
    They have many souls
    More than offspring...
    They will seed and more...
    As they exhale their thoughts
    For us to Breathe In...!

    Sylva-MD-Poetry

  • Sayeed Abubakar (5/14/2012 8:48:00 AM)

    Frost, you possessed the true spirit of poetry, cool, calm and natural.

  • Ron Spiers (4/30/2012 11:00:00 AM)

    Please include The Bearer of Evil Tidings and O Star in Frost poems you list and make e.e.cummings poetry texts available for inclusion in favorite poems list

  • Walterrean Salley (4/29/2012 2:30:00 AM)

    An amazing and incredible poet. His works allow the reader to embrace the experience, that they might truly enjoy it.

After Apple Picking

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still.
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.
I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight

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