Robert Frost

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

Robert Frost Poems

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81. Pan With Us 1/13/2003
82. Paul's Wife 2/3/2015
83. Place For A Third 2/2/2015
84. Plowmen 1/13/2003
85. Provide, Provide 1/3/2003
86. Putting In The Seed 1/13/2003
87. Quandary 4/24/2003
88. Range-Finding 1/3/2003
89. Reluctance 1/13/2003
90. Revelation 1/3/2003
91. Rose Pogonias 1/13/2003
92. Spoils Of The Dead 3/29/2010
93. Spring Pools 1/3/2003
94. Stars 1/3/2003
95. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening 1/3/2003
96. Storm Fear 3/30/2010
97. The Aim Was Song 1/3/2003
98. The Armful 1/13/2003
99. The Axe-Helve 3/29/2010
100. The Bear 1/13/2003
101. The Birthplace -new- 5/14/2015
102. The Black Cottage 3/29/2010
103. The Bonfire 3/29/2010
104. The Code—heroics 3/29/2010
105. The Cow In Apple-Time 1/13/2003
106. The Death Of The Hired Man 1/3/2003
107. The Demiurge's Laugh 1/3/2003
108. The Door In The Dark 1/27/2015
109. The Exposed Nest 1/13/2003
110. The Fear 3/29/2010
111. The Flower Boat 1/13/2003
112. The Freedom Of The Moon 2/2/2015
113. The Generations of Men -new- 5/16/2015
114. The Gift Outright 1/3/2003
115. The Gum-Gatherer 1/13/2003
116. The Impulse 3/29/2010
117. The Line-Gang 1/13/2003
118. The Lockless Door 1/3/2003
119. The Master Speed 9/14/2013
120. The Most Of It 12/17/2014
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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