Robert Frost

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

Robert Frost Poems

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1. Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter 5/6/2015
2. The Egg and the Machine 3/11/2016
3. I Will Sing You One-O 3/10/2016
4. The Witch of Coos 11/24/2015
5. Pea Brush 3/11/2016
6. The Times Table 3/11/2016
7. Brown's Descent 1/14/2016
8. The Generations of Men 5/16/2015
9. Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight 3/10/2016
10. The Last Mowing 3/11/2016
11. The Housekeeper 3/11/2016
12. A Winter Eden 3/11/2016
13. The Pauper Witch of Grafton 3/1/2016
14. The Birthplace 5/14/2015
15. A Passing Glimpse 3/10/2016
16. Wild Grapes 3/11/2016
17. An Empty Threat 3/11/2016
18. On a Tree Fallen Across the Road 3/10/2016
19. Directive 6/26/2015
20. Good Hours 3/10/2016
21. Riders 3/10/2016
22. Immigrants 6/8/2015
23. Locked Out 3/11/2016
24. New Hampshire 3/11/2016
25. The Investment 3/11/2016
26. A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey's Ears, and Some Books 3/5/2016
27. Snow 2/23/2016
28. Sand Dunes 3/10/2016
29. The Kitchen Chimney 1/27/2016
30. The Flood 12/10/2015
31. The Last Word of a Blue Bird 3/10/2016
32. Misgiving 7/11/2015
33. Atmosphere 3/11/2016
34. Dust in the Eyes 3/11/2016
35. The Runaway 3/10/2016
36. Maple 6/24/2015
37. In The Home Stretch 1/9/2015
38. Paul's Wife 2/3/2015
39. Place For A Third 2/2/2015
40. 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 ...

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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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