Robert Frost

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

Comments about Robert Frost

  • jim brow (11/23/2018 7:38:00 AM)

    I disagree jack frost here is a very bad not very good terrible poet

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  • William Shakespere (11/22/2018 4:58:00 PM)

    shut your the old boi your parents probably have ligma and suck your nan

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  • Robert Frost (11/22/2018 4:46:00 PM)

    Shut up you old boi, Juliet likes me not Romeo hahahha

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  • LIL PUMP (11/22/2018 4:44:00 PM)

    ESKETIT! ! ! ! ! !

  • William Shakespere (11/22/2018 4:44:00 PM)

    hahahahah your garbage im better whata meme

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  • Deeqa (11/13/2018 10:40:00 AM)

    You are soooooooo good about the poems😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😄😜💕💕💕❤️

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

Come In

As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music -- hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.

Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.

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