Robert Frost

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

Robert Frost Poems

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1. The Kitchen Chimney -new- 1/27/2016
2. The Generations of Men 5/16/2015
3. Directive 6/26/2015
4. Brown's Descent 1/14/2016
5. The Birthplace 5/14/2015
6. Immigrants 6/8/2015
7. The Flood 12/10/2015
8. The Witch of Coos 11/24/2015
9. Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter 5/6/2015
10. Maple 6/24/2015
11. Misgiving 7/11/2015
12. Place For A Third 2/2/2015
13. Paul's Wife 2/3/2015
14. The Most Of It 12/17/2014
15. In The Home Stretch 1/9/2015
16. The Door In The Dark 1/27/2015
17. Lodged 11/21/2014
18. A Star In A Stoneboat 1/15/2015
19. The Peaceful Shepherd 12/4/2014
20. The Onset 1/8/2015
21. The Freedom Of The Moon 2/2/2015
22. Blue-Butterfly Day 12/12/2014
23. The Master Speed 9/14/2013
24. A Girl's Garden 2/3/2015
25. In Equal Sacrifice 3/29/2010
26. The Code—heroics 3/29/2010
27. The Axe-Helve 3/29/2010
28. Iota Subscript 3/30/2010
29. The Black Cottage 3/29/2010
30. The Hill Wife 1/3/2003
31. The Bonfire 3/29/2010
32. In A Vale 3/29/2010
33. Iris By Night 3/30/2010
34. What Fifty Said.. 3/29/2010
35. The Objection To Being Stepped On 3/29/2010
36. Waiting -- Afield At Dusk 3/29/2010
37. The Impulse 3/29/2010
38. The Oft-Repeated Dream 3/30/2010
39. Plowmen 1/13/2003
40. The Demiurge's Laugh 1/3/2003
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

Revelation

We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone find us really out.

'Tis pity if the case require
(Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The understanding of a friend.

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