I truly enjoy Frost's nature-centric poems. There is something about the way he describes the beauty and wonder of the natural world that always manages to capture my imagination. However, I must admit that a significant portion of his poetry is more like short stories. While this can be an interesting approach, I find that many of these poems are rather dull. They lack the excitement and energy that I look for in a great piece of literature. The characters and plots are often predictable, and the language can be overly simplistic. Despite these drawbacks, I still appreciate Frost's work for its unique perspective on nature and the human experience. I just wish that more of his poems had that special something that would make them truly unforgettable.
Initially, being familiar with a small number of Frost's works, I idealized him, equating him with such figures as Whitman and Poe. Has my opinion of the writer changed after getting acquainted with a wider range of his works? Certainly.
In which direction? The question is difficult. The first aspect that I paid attention to was that Frost's meter (and I often read in the original) is very unique. He is not characterized by the usual rhythmic structure and rhyming, but this does not make it worse. It is like the path from the beginning of a poem to its end. After walking along it, you will never stumble, but you will still not come to the place you were going to, and at the same time, there is no desire to go back at all.
In the poetry collection that I read, the works were grouped not in chronological order but by a common theme, so I cannot answer the question of which particular book made a greater impression on me. I liked the works where the narration is presented as a dialogue (and sometimes a polylogue), and the plot of such works was also interesting. I think that based on many of them, excellent paintings can be created. Especially attractive to me were the poems where the author's mood was very gloomy, which occupied the last pages. The author also fascinates the reader with his works about inanimate objects of human life and inanimate nature.
The weakest works for me were those about animals. Of course, not all of them, but many of them were united by this theme.
In general, it turned out not bad. It's not what I expected, but it's still like complaining about the rain on a summer day when you expected the sun.