Robert Frost

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

Comments about Robert Frost

  • Faqiha Mughal (9/17/2018 2:19:00 PM)

    Good job its a good thing to read the nature poems These are mostly symbolic 👌

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  • Ilia kennach (9/14/2018 2:06:00 AM)

    Good job

  • UgandanPrince69 (9/11/2018 4:43:00 AM)

    soz for the troll with my friend Donald
    I actually luv his work 10/10 would smash

  • Donald Trump (9/11/2018 4:41:00 AM)

    Soz for the troll love his work 10/10 would smash

  • Donald trump (9/11/2018 4:40:00 AM)

    jack frost plus Robert frost
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  • UgandanPrince69@bignonce.co.uk (9/11/2018 4:38:00 AM)

    I think Robert frost wanted to commit throughout his life

  • DONALD TRUMP (9/11/2018 4:37:00 AM)

    MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, (and are you sure you are not realted to jack frost? ? ? ? ?)

  • Donald trump (9/11/2018 4:35:00 AM)

    MAKE AMERICA GRAT AGAIN

  • Pawas (9/8/2018 9:48:00 AM)

    Thank you

  • joshua (9/7/2018 4:22:00 AM)

    MAke a poem about love

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

Out, Out

The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.

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