Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.
"Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom," I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.
We stood a moment so in a strange world,
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on).
A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves.
- Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) was an American poet. He is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech. His work frequently employed settings from rural life in New England in the early twentieth century, using them to examine complex social and philosophical themes. A popular and often-quoted poet, Frost was honored frequently during his lifetime, receiving four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry.
|Robert Frost as a baby.|
|Robert frost on a stamp.|
|Robert Frost as a strapping lad.|
|Robert frost on meth. shit got serious in this point of his life. rehab twice.|
|I dont always write poetry|
but when i do
its a Masterpiece
Some books and purchasable on robert frost here.
- The Poetry of Robert Frost: The Collected Poems, Complete and Unabridged
- The Road Not Taken: A Selection of Robert Frost's Poems
- North of Boston
- Works of Robert Frost (150+) Includes A Boy's Will, North of Boston, Mountain Interval & other poems (Mobi Collected Works)
- The Road Not Taken and Other Poems (Dover Thrift Editions)
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