Robert Frost

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

Robert Frost Poems

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1. The Hill Wife 1/3/2003
2. The Kitchen Chimney 1/27/2016
3. A Peck of Gold 2/14/2016
4. Snow 2/23/2016
5. The Pauper Witch of Grafton 3/1/2016
6. A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey's Ears, and Some Books 3/5/2016
7. A Passing Glimpse 3/10/2016
8. On a Tree Fallen Across the Road 3/10/2016
9. The Runaway 3/10/2016
10. The Last Word of a Blue Bird 3/10/2016
11. Acceptance 3/10/2016
12. Good Hours 3/10/2016
13. Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight 3/10/2016
14. I Will Sing You One-O 3/10/2016
15. Riders 3/10/2016
16. Sand Dunes 3/10/2016
17. The Investment 3/11/2016
18. Wild Grapes 3/11/2016
19. A Winter Eden 3/11/2016
20. Atmosphere 3/11/2016
21. New Hampshire 3/11/2016
22. The Egg and the Machine 3/11/2016
23. The Housekeeper 3/11/2016
24. The Times Table 3/11/2016
25. A Hillside Thaw 3/11/2016
26. An Empty Threat 3/11/2016
27. An Encounter 3/11/2016
28. Dust in the Eyes 3/11/2016
29. Locked Out 3/11/2016
30. Pea Brush 3/11/2016
31. The Last Mowing 3/11/2016
32. Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter 5/6/2015
33. The Birthplace 5/14/2015
34. The Generations of Men 5/16/2015
35. Immigrants 6/8/2015
36. Maple 6/24/2015
37. Directive 6/26/2015
38. Misgiving 7/11/2015
39. The Witch of Coos 11/24/2015
40. The Flood 12/10/2015

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    As On Our Way We Go

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    as on our way we go.

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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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