Robert Frost

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

Robert Frost Poems

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