Robert Frost Poems
- The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And ...
- Stopping By Woods On A Snowy E... Whose woods these are I ...
- Fire And Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say ...
- Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature's first green is gold, Her ...
- Acquainted With The Night I have been one acquainted with the...
- A Late Walk When I go up through the mowing field, The ...
- A Minor Bird I have wished a bird would fly away, And not ...
Robert Lee Frost was an American poet. He is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech. His work frequently employed settings from rural life in New England in the early twentieth century, using them to examine complex social and philosophical themes. A popular and often-quoted poet, Frost was honored frequently during his lifetime, receiving four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry.
Robert Frost was born in San Francisco, California, to journalist William Prescott Frost, Jr., and Isabelle Moodie. His mother was of Scottish descent, and his father descended from Nicholas Frost of Tiverton, Devon, England,... more »
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''The kind of UnitarianRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Mercy."
Who having by elimination got
From many gods to Three, and Three to One,
Thinks why not taper off to none at all.''
''The birch begins to crack its outer sheathRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Young Birch."
Of baby green and show the white beneath....''
''They must have seen ahead what now appears:Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "For John F. Kennedy His Inauguration."
They would bring empires down about our ears
And by the example of our Declaration
Make everybody want to be a nation.''
''Don't discount our powers;Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Kitty Hawk."
We have made a pass
At the infinite,''
''But with one step backward takenRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "One Step Backward Taken."
I saved myself from going.
A world torn loose went by me.''
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 ...