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American poet who was much admired for his depictions of the rural life of New England, his command of American colloquial speech, and his realistic verse portraying ordinary people in everyday situations.
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| Rating: 4.26 |
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Robert Frost's poems
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For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 2 |
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The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
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Rating: 4.14
Votes: 7 |
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The way a crow
Shook down on me
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Rating: 4.33
Votes: 6 |
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Grief may have thought it was grief.
Care may have thought it was care.
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Rating: 3.50
Votes: 2 |
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Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too,
And the daft sun-assaulter, he
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Rating: 4.00
Votes: 1 |
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(To hear us talk)
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 3 |
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Not only sands and gravels
Were once more on their travels,
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Rating: 4.00
Votes: 4 |
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The living come with grassy tread
To read the gravestones on the hill;
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Rating: 2.00
Votes: 1 |
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There is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 2 |
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It was far in the sameness of the wood;
I was running with joy on the Demon's trail,
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 2 |
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Even the bravest that are slain
Shall not dissemble their surprise
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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There sandy seems the golden sky
And golden seems the sandy plain.
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
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Rating: 4.40
Votes: 10 |
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Before man to blow to right
The wind once blew itself untaught,
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Rating: 4.33
Votes: 3 |
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A tree's leaves may be ever so good,
So may its bar, so may its wood;
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Rating: 4.20
Votes: 5 |
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Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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He halted in the wind, and -- what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
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Rating: 3.50
Votes: 4 |
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