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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;
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.
'The Road Not Taken' is one of Robert Frost's and even the world's most famous poems. Its popularity stems from its universal resonance about the human condition concerning making choices, offering timeless insights into the complexities of life.
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,
One luminary clock against the sky. Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night. Robert Frost, "Acquainted with the Night" from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem.
After Apple-Picking. By Robert Frost. My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree. Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill. Beside it, and there may be two or three. Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now.
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