Frost: Poems
rom one of the most brilliant and widely read of all American poets, a generous selection of lyrics, dramatic monologues, and narrative poems--all of them steeped in the wayward and isolated beauty of Frost's native New England. Includes his classics "Mending Wall, " "Birches, " and "The Road Not Taken, " as well as poems less famous but equally great.
Hardcover, 256 pages
Published
June 24th 1997
by Everyman's Library
(first published 1986)
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a dented spider like a snow drop white
On a white Heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of lifeless satin cloth -
Saw ever curious eye so strange a sight? -
Portent in little, assorted death and blight
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth? -
The beady spider, the flower like a froth,
And the moth carried like a paper kite.
What had that flower to do with being white,
The blue prunella every child's delight.
What brought the kindred spider to that height?
(Make we no thesis of the miller's plig...more
On a white Heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of lifeless satin cloth -
Saw ever curious eye so strange a sight? -
Portent in little, assorted death and blight
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth? -
The beady spider, the flower like a froth,
And the moth carried like a paper kite.
What had that flower to do with being white,
The blue prunella every child's delight.
What brought the kindred spider to that height?
(Make we no thesis of the miller's plig...more
I'm not quite sure what exactly it is about Robert Frost, but his poetry just resonates completely through to my soul, as corny as that may sound. Maybe it's that he writes quite a bit about rural folk or maybe it's that he writes so beautifully and profoundly about the natural world. His writing is pure and simple beauty. I also love his conversational works like "Home Burial," "The Death of a Hired Man," and "The Generations of Men."
I just enjoy his poetry so incredibly much. It's perfect for...more
I just enjoy his poetry so incredibly much. It's perfect for...more
I don't read a lot of poetry, but I do have some favorites, and Frost is one of them. I find that his poems often speak to my heart, and resonate with something inside me, sometimes in ways I don't fully understand until much later. It is only on reflection, for example, that his "Good-by and Keep Cold" seems to me to bring some deeper insight into raising children and the need to allow them space to grow from adversity, and trust that God will bring them through.
"Into My Own" reflects what I h...more
"Into My Own" reflects what I h...more
'Was there even a cause too lost,
Ever a cause that was lost too long,
Or that showed with the lapse of time to vain
For the generous tears of youth and song?'
frost, frost, frost.
nothing more profound than the simplicity of his words.
how do you manage to band together such emotional turmoil from just stringing together 26 alphabets and barely any punctuation?
Ever a cause that was lost too long,
Or that showed with the lapse of time to vain
For the generous tears of youth and song?'
frost, frost, frost.
nothing more profound than the simplicity of his words.
how do you manage to band together such emotional turmoil from just stringing together 26 alphabets and barely any punctuation?
I went through a phase after my senior year of college when I was living on my own, all of my friends had left town for . . . well ever, and I had alot of time by myself when I got out of work each day. I found this book and the Emily Dickinson versions in a box and started reading. Poetry really seems to be especially meaningful to me when I'm alone and lonely (which isn't unusual since that seems to also be the prime condition to be in when writing poetry). Needless to say, and excellent colle...more
I liked several of the poems in this book, but certainly not all of them. In fact, by the time I got to the end, I was pretty much ready to be done reading Frost for a while. Still, the ones that I did like, I thought about eventually committing them to memory. And now, being the slacker that I am, I don't even remember their titles. Which means I should probably buy the book anyway.
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
John Adams once said, 'You are never alone with a poet in your pocket' I completely agree and Frost is one of my favorites. I take this little gem with me when I travel or go hiking or camping and love to read myself a little poem now and again throughout the day and when your in nature, Frost is just perfect.
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Flinty, moody, plainspoken and deep, Robert Frost was one of America's most popular 20th-century poets. Frost was farming in Derry, New Hampshire when, at the age of 38, he sold the farm, uprooted his family and moved to England, where he devoted himself to his poetry. His first two books of verse, A Boy's Will (1913) and North of Boston (1914), were immediate successes. In 1915 he returned to the...more
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