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Jun 26, 2017 · Any list of the top ten best poems by such a major poet as Robert Frost (1874-1963) is bound to inspire disagreement or, at least, discussion; but we thought we’d throw our literary cap in the ring and offer our own selection of Robert Frost’s greatest poems, along with a little bit about each poem.
The Road Not Taken. By Robert Frost. 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;
100 Famous Poems by Robert Frost. Poem Name. A Boundless Moment. A Brook In The City. A Cabin In The Clearing. A Cliff Dwelling. A Considerable Speck. A Dream Pang. A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey's Ears, and Some Books.
The Poems of Robert Frost, Modern Library, 1946. You Come Too: Favorite Poems for Young Readers, Holt, 1959, reprinted, 1967. A Remembrance Collection of New Poems by Robert Frost, Holt, 1959. Poems, Washington Square Press, 1961. Longer Poems: The Death of the Hired Man, Holt, 1966.
Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem.
Frost's distinctive style and mastery of metaphor have left an enduring mark on American literature, inspiring generations with his timeless reflections on the human experience. 'What Fifty Said' is one of Robert Frost's most famous poems and one of many that explores the themes of aging, education, and maturity.
Fire and Ice. By Robert Frost. Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire. I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate. To say that for destruction ice.
Robert Frost. 1874 –. 1963. 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;
When far away an interrupted cry. Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, One luminary clock against the sky. Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night.
His first two books of poetry were published during a visit to England with his family from 1912 to 1915. These demonstrated ‘his simple woodland philosophy’, as a reviewer put it at the time, but also gave glimpses of the more troubled spirit to be further expressed in later collections.
