Among American poets, Robert Frost's poems are my special favorites. It was since my college days when I first got acquainted with his poems. Written in simple and plain language, although his poems seem to be colorful at first glance, they soon become mysterious. Sometimes they remind me of unrequited love or a sense of dissatisfaction, and sometimes they are evocative of a spiritual feeling of detachment.

The snow falling among the leaves of tushar, jonaki, and hemolak often reminds me of Jibanananda. Who knows if there have been various struggles throughout his life? In his poems, loneliness, disappointment, and sorrow are abundant. He has written in a way that twists and turns, so that several meanings can be derived from his words.

“I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.”

Among my favorite writings, I have picked out several of his that I like the most-

“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,”

Almost always, the poem that I like to read the most, I associate it with a picture or something. Such a charming, such a wonderful poem-

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”

The following sentences might have been written by him for me who was born a century later-

“Than with brooks taken otherwhere in song.
We love the things we love for what they are.”

This is a volume that I revisited due to an English literature class, and I am extremely glad that I did so.

Many years ago, I committed a Frost poem to memory, regarding it as an anthem for myself, for the woman I aspired to become.

I am still in the process of evolving into that woman, but it was enjoyable to recall what Frost signified to me all those years ago and to observe how his meaning has changed for me today.

That is the most wonderful aspect of poetry; it is never the same poem twice.

Each time we read a poem, our life experiences, emotions, and perspectives have shifted, causing us to perceive the poem in a new light.

It's like having a conversation with the poet that evolves over time, as we bring our own unique interpretations and understandings to the text.

This volume of Frost's poetry has once again reminded me of the power and beauty of language, and how it can touch our hearts and souls in profound ways.

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It was an absolute pleasure to discover more of the lovely poetry of one of my favorite poets. I had memorized "Stopping by Woods" in grade school, but little did I know what treasures awaited hidden among the rest. "The Hired Man," "The Impulse," and so many other jewels like hidden treasures were saved for a later time in my life. Maybe as a child, I wouldn't have appreciated them as much. But, many of these poems will surely move you to tears.

My favorite was probably "In the Homestretch." It tells the sweet story of an older couple who fulfill their lifelong dream of living on a farm in the country. All their belongings are in boxes, piled around the house. Chairs are upside down in chairs. As grown relatives leave them to their happiness, the man and woman engage in a heartwarming conversation about their dreams and life together. It's a beautiful portrayal of the joy of growing old together. The last third of the poem is included below.

The couple's dialogue is filled with tenderness and a touch of humor. They discuss the strangeness of the house after the guests have left, the certainty of the meals they've shared, and the anticipation of their new life on the farm. The woman's response about beginnings and ends being just middles adds a philosophical depth to the poem.
Overall, this collection of poetry is a must-read for anyone who appreciates beautiful language and poignant stories. It's a reminder of the simple pleasures in life and the importance of growing old with someone you love.

“It’s nothing; it’s their leaving us at dusk.\\t
I never bore it well when people went.\\t
The first night after guests have gone, the house\\t
Seems haunted or exposed. I always take\\t
A personal interest in the locking up\\t
At bedtime; but the strangeness soon wears off.”\\t
He fetched a dingy lantern from behind\\t
A door. “There’s that we didn’t lose! And these!”—\\t
Some matches he unpocketed. “For food—\\t
The meals we’ve had no one can take from us.\\t
I wish that everything on earth were just\\t
As certain as the meals we’ve had. I wish\\t
The meals we haven’t had were, anyway.\\t
What have you you know where to lay your hands on?”\\t

“The bread we bought in passing at the store.\\t
There’s butter somewhere, too.”\\t

“Let’s rend the bread.\\t
I’ll light the fire for company for you;\\t
You’ll not have any other company\\t
Till Ed begins to get out on a Sunday\\t
To look us over and give us his idea\\t
Of what wants pruning, shingling, breaking up.\\t
He’ll know what he would do if he were we,\\t
And all at once. He’ll plan for us and plan\\t
To help us, but he’ll take it out in planning.\\t
Well, you can set the table with the loaf.\\t
Let’s see you find your loaf. I’ll light the fire.\\t
I like chairs occupying other chairs\\t
Not offering a lady—”\\t

“There again, Joe!\\t
You’re tired.”\\t

“I’m drunk-nonsensical tired out;\\t
Don’t mind a word I say. It’s a day’s work\\t
To empty one house of all household goods\\t
And fill another with ’em fifteen miles away,\\t
Although you do no more than dump them down.”\\t

“Dumped down in paradise we are and happy.”\\t

“It’s all so much what I have always wanted,\\t
I can’t believe it’s what you wanted, too.”\\t

“Shouldn’t you like to know?”\\t

“I’d like to know\\t
If it is what you wanted, then how much\\t
You wanted it for me.”\\t

“A troubled conscience!\\t
You don’t want me to tell if I don’t know.”\\t

“I don’t want to find out what can’t be known.\\t

But who first said the word to come?”\\t

“My dear,\\t
It’s who first thought the thought. You’re searching, Joe,\\t
For things that don’t exist; I mean beginnings.\\t
Ends and beginnings—there are no such things.\\t
There are only middles.”\\t

“What is this?”\\t
“This life?\\t
Our sitting here by lantern-light together\\t
Amid the wreckage of a former home?\\t
You won’t deny the lantern isn’t new.\\t
The stove is not, and you are not to me,\\t
Nor I to you.”\\t

“Perhaps you never were?”\\t

“It would take me forever to recite\\t
All that’s not new in where we find ourselves.\\t
New is a word for fools in towns who think\\t
Style upon style in dress and thought at last\\t
Must get somewhere. I’ve heard you say as much.\\t
No, this is no beginning.”\\t

“Then an end?”\\t

“End is a gloomy word.”\\t
“Is it too late\\t
To drag you out for just a good-night call\\t
On the old peach trees on the knoll to grope\\t
By starlight in the grass for a last peach\\t
The neighbors may not have taken as their right\\t
When the house wasn’t lived in? I’ve been looking:\\t
I doubt if they have left us many grapes.\\t
Before we set ourselves to right the house,\\t
The first thing in the morning, out we go\\t
To go the round of apple, cherry, peach,\\t
Pine, alder, pasture, mowing, well, and brook.\\t
All of a farm it is.”\\t

“I know this much:\\t
I’m going to put you in your bed, if first\\t
I have to make you build it. Come, the light.”\\t

When there was no more lantern in the kitchen,\\t
The fire got out through crannies in the stove\\t
And danced in yellow wrigglers on the ceiling,\\t
As much at home as if they’d always danced there.\\"

I have an old copy of this book.

My grandma gave it to me for Christmas many years ago.

I truly love Robert Frost.

He is my very first favorite poet.

And my favorite poem will always remain The Road Not Taken.

The line "And I, I took the road less traveled by and that has made all the difference."

It really touches my heart.

I think Robert Frost is the reason for my deep love of words.

His poems have a unique charm that draws me in.

They make me think and feel things I never thought possible.

Every time I read his works, it's like embarking on a new journey.

I can't wait to explore more of his poetry and discover the hidden gems within.

His words have the power to inspire and change me, and for that, I am truly grateful.

Poetry is a form of literature that uses aesthetic and rhythmic qualities of language to evoke emotions, convey ideas, and create vivid images.

It often employs figures of speech such as metaphors, similes, and personification to enhance its expressiveness.

Poetry can take various forms, including sonnets, haikus, free verse, and more.

The words in a poem are carefully chosen and arranged to create a unique musicality and flow.

It has the power to touch the hearts and minds of readers, transporting them to different worlds and experiences.

Whether it's a simple love poem or a profound exploration of the human condition, poetry has the ability to capture the essence of life in a few carefully crafted lines.

It is a timeless art form that continues to evolve and inspire new generations of writers and readers alike.

It wasn't my favorite poetry book that I have read.

There were some aspects of it that I didn't particularly enjoy. However, it wasn't too bad either.

The poems had a certain charm and some of them were quite thought-provoking.

The language used was not overly complex, which made it accessible to a wider audience.

Although it didn't top my list of favorite poetry books, it did have its moments.

I can see how some people might really like it.

Overall, it was an average read that had its pros and cons.

I'm glad I gave it a chance, but it didn't leave a lasting impression on me.

Maybe if I read it again at a different time, my perspective might change.

But for now, it will remain just another poetry book on my shelf.

Meh.

While Frost does possess some truly legendary and exquisitely crafted pieces of poetry, when considering his body of work as a whole, it unfortunately comes across as rather redundant and dull.

Take an entire book of his poems, for instance. It seems that they all tend to center around the same basic plot lines, lacking the necessary variety and innovation to truly engage the reader.

As a result, delving into such a collection can often feel like a surefire incentive for a nice, long nap.

Rather than captivating the imagination and sparking intellectual curiosity, Frost's repetitive themes and motifs can leave the reader feeling unfulfilled and longing for something more fresh and exciting.

Perhaps it is time to reevaluate his work and look beyond the few standout pieces to see the true limitations that lie within.

Oh, if only there were words to convey precisely how I feel about Frost. There simply aren't the appropriate words, nor are there nearly enough of them. However, I truly do take pleasure in reading his poems. They uplift me.

I am typically a devotee of short poems. Nevertheless, even in his longer compositions, a line or two will resonate powerfully.

Most people will recommend "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening", "The Road Not Taken" or "Nothing Gold Can Stay". There are valid reasons for their recommendations, as these poems possess great merit. Yet, these are not the only poems that are worthy of our attention. I highly recommend reading "Reluctance", "Into My Own", "Tree At My Window", "Wild Grapes" and "Devotion".

"I may yet live, as I know others live,
To wish in vain to let go with the mind -
Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me
That I need learn to let go with the heart."
This excerpt is from "Wild Grapes". It showcases Frost's profound insights and beautiful language, inviting us to explore the depths of our own emotions and experiences through his poetry.

Reading a book of poems evokes a truly unique feeling. In particular, delving into Robert Frost's poems is akin to perusing multiple pages of exquisitely designed inspiration. "Nothing Gold Can Stay" presents straightforward facts that compel me to cherish the little things and, above all, everything, for nothing endures forever. "The Road Not Taken" imparts the lessons of individualism and choice. I am frequently confronted with the situation where "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood," and I can only select one, while the other will inevitably bring regret. Therefore, I opt for the road that aligns with my path and leave the other in the past. My chosen path has no sign of wear, as it is now my exclusive path, no longer shared. This book is a treasure trove filled with fantastical poems and a remarkable collection to possess.

This was an extremely distinct approach to reading a book.

It was different in that it was merely a collection of poems assembled into a single volume.

Consequently, it is truly fascinating to observe them all brought together.

I typically have an aversion to poems, so reading this book was rather arduous for me due to the numerous poems it encompassed.

One of my most favored segments of the entire book is the poem "Fire and Ice" by Robert Frost.

It states, "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 know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice."

This is an incredibly remarkable poem as, to me, it contrasts ice and fire in a novel way that we haven't witnessed before.

It offers a unique twist to the familiar concept of the relationship between fire and ice.

I truly relished having all of his poems in one place, rather than having to search for them online.

Poems, to me, are the emotions of another author, and we can identify with them and discover ways to experience what they are feeling.

Of course, I would recommend this book to those who have a penchant for poetry and who enjoy feeling a connection to the emotions of the authors.

Lovely poems! Frost isn't a "favorite" poet of mine, but he's definitely memorable and brilliant. His works have a unique charm that can touch the hearts of readers. The way he describes nature and human emotions is truly remarkable. For example, in his poem "The Road Not Taken," he presents a profound thought about choices and decisions in life. The simple yet powerful language makes the poem accessible to people of all ages and backgrounds. Although I may not have a deep personal connection with all of his poems, I can't deny the significance and beauty of his poetry. Frost's contributions to the world of literature are undeniable, and his works will continue to be studied and admired for generations to come.

What a great collection of Robert Frost's poems!

His works are truly a treasure trove of literary beauty. Each poem seems to transport the reader to a different world, filled with vivid imagery and profound emotions.

I enjoy his work immensely because of the way he uses language to capture the essence of nature, human relationships, and the human condition. His poems are not only beautiful to read but also offer valuable insights and lessons.

Robert Frost's poetry has the power to touch the hearts and souls of readers, and it continues to inspire generations of people. Whether you are a lover of poetry or just someone who enjoys beautiful writing, his collection is definitely worth exploring.