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- "The Pasture" Frost often used this short piece as an introduction to his collections. The poem reads (in its entirety): "I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
- "Mending Wall" Perhaps this poem speaks to your dad's philosophy of life – that "good fences make good neighbors." This long poem describes two neighbors meeting each spring to repair the stone wall that divides their properties.
- "The Road Not Taken" This is, perhaps, Robert Frost's most famous poem. It's typically used at graduations. However, it might be a good choice for a loved one's funeral.
- "An Old Man's Winter Night" We included this on the list because of the title. However, we aren't sure if this poem would provide much solace to people grieving the loss of an older man.
Through his profound exploration of this universal theme, Frost invites readers to reflect on the transient nature of existence and the profound impact death has on our lives. Let's delve into some of Frost's poignant poems that grapple with the complexities of mortality.
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Robert Frost, one of America's most beloved and celebrated poets, often captured the complexities of human emotions through his profound exploration of loss. With his unique ability to weave together vivid imagery and timeless themes, Frost's poems on loss resonate deeply with readers across generations.
The Death of the Hired Man. By Robert Frost. Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table. Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage. To meet him in the doorway with the news. And put him on his guard. ‘Silas is back.’.
Home Burial. By Robert Frost. He saw her from the bottom of the stairs. Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over her shoulder at some fear. She took a doubtful step and then undid it. To raise herself and look again. He spoke.
To read the stones and go away. Tomorrow dead will come to stay.’. So sure of death the marbles rhyme, Yet can’t help marking all the time. How no one dead will seem to come. What is it men are shrinking from? It would be easy to be clever. And tell the stones: Men hate to die. And have stopped dying now forever. I think they would believe the lie.
The Death of the Hired Man. Robert Frost. 1874 –. 1963. Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table. Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage. To meet him in the doorway with the news.
