Robert Frost

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

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  • Deeqa (11/13/2018 10:40:00 AM)

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  • Deeqa (11/13/2018 10:39:00 AM)

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  • Rajendra Rout Rajendra Rout (10/29/2018 1:18:00 PM)

    All poems are very beautiful
    I enjoy this written process

  • Bhagabat Prasad Hotta Bhagabat Prasad Hotta (10/28/2018 8:48:00 AM)

    I like this poem. It's so nicely written.

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

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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