Whats your favorite poem by Robert Frost?

Question:From what i've read, i like, A peck of gold, the best!!

I never knew much about him tell i did a report on him, he's a great guy!!!

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: From what i've read, i like, A peck of gold, the best!!

I never knew much about him tell i did a report on him, he's a great guy!!!

the road less traveled is the best poem ever written.

ROAD LESS TRAVELED

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
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet, knowing how way leads onto way
I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference

Robert Frost

Fire and Ice

def. fire and ice =)

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

road not taken

Mending Wall

It is what we should do between the US and Mexico

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it
And spills the upper boulder in the sun,
And make gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there,
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There were it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors."
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
"Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there,
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having though of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."

"Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening"

Nothing Gold Can Stay

so i haven't read all of his poems.. ok i've only read two of his, but this one was REALLY good. insanely cliche, but very philosophical if you're into that type?

"The Road Not Taken"

two roads diverged in a yellow wood
it might sound over rated but i still love it

The road less traveled.

The Road Not Taken

The Road not Taken

I love The Road Not Taken. It's about taking a road that no one else travels and you see the beauty that is rarely seen by other people because they are to busy in their own lives. It's like taking a new breath in a rat race.

MY FAVORITE POEM of ALL TIME

The Road Not Taken - 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; 5

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 20

road not taken and stopping by the woods on a snowy evening.

"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," although, of late, I've become particularly fond of "A Line-Storm Song." I love the sleepy, dream-like stillness of the first poem - just listening to it or reading it transports me to a silent, snowy wood and midwinter, and the soft words fall like snowflakes. As for "A Line-Storm Song" I love the wild, rollicking feel it has. It's vivid and it's FREE.

"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."

"The birds have less to say for themselves
In the wood-world's torn despair
Than now these numberless years the elves,
Although they are no less there:
All song of the woods is crushed like some
Wild, earily shattered rose.
Come, be my love in the wet woods, come,
Where the boughs rain when it blows."

The Road Not Taken is very good, but as the answers here show, it is hardly the "road less traveled by" as far as Frost's poetry goes. It's probably second only to Stopping By the Woods On a Snowy Evening for Frost's most-anthologized poem. Or maybe it's first. Either way, the passing there has worn them nearly about the same.

Take this instead: just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim because it is less worn than the above two:

Acquainted With the Night
http://www.internal.org/view_poem.phtml?...

I'm not a big fan of him. I think his celebrity has turned me away. There's just something annoying about reading the same two poems in literature or poetry classes (The Road Not Taken and Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening).

Thank you for your precious question! A peck of gold is brilliant! No matter which road of Robert Frost poems I take, it seems that all the dust is really gold - snow and all! Here's a peck for you!

*Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening*
by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
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.

I have two:

"Mending Wall" - it's so evocative. I love the story that it tells, and the way the language draws you into the world of the speaker. It also has a great message about the importance of human connection.

"Something there is that doesn't love a wall
and wants it down."

"The Gift Outright": Frost read this at JFK's inauguration. It takes a new look at what it means to be an American, and a patriot. It reminds us that we are still new here - we still have sacrifices to make and stories to write.

"The land was ours before we were the land's.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people."

I don't have one.

I go to the library and dispose of his books, and burn any I may come a cross.

This man is Satan. Okay not really, but I do hate his writing with a burning, burning, passion.