I Love Robert Frost

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    Fire And Ice

    Over the course of many years, on the walls of toilets in several of my homes, I scrawled these lines of Frost's:   Some say the world will end in fire, Some say, in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favour fire. But if it had to...
    amberdextrous amberdextrous
    51-55, M
    3 Responses Mar 5, 2010

    Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

    Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of...
    maltesemermaid maltesemermaid
    41-45, F
    Dec 17, 2012

    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...
    PrayersforRain PrayersforRain
    36-40, M
    Sep 14, 2013

    Acquainted With The Night

    Acquainted with the Night I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    1 Response Mar 3, 2010

    I Relate To A Poem

    This is the end of "The Road Not Taken" "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference" When I think of this line, I can only say, "Yeah, that's true". I took the road that everyone told me not to and so find...
    asert12345678 asert12345678
    31-35, M
    Dec 5, 2012

    Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

    This is one of my favorite poem. I read this poem when I was in 9th standard. Since then this poem lives in my heart. Mainly it has a massage that before the industrialization period people were not selfish and they used to enjoy the beauty of nature. But after the...
    waqas1992 waqas1992
    18-21, M
    3 Responses Jul 23, 2011

    baseball Pitchers

    Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things. Robert Frost
    jml2000 jml2000
    61-65, M
    Oct 9, 2013
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