aseaofquotes:

Robert Frost, “Desert Places”

poetrywritingcafe:

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.^[1] 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. One of the most popular and critically respected American poets of his generation, Frost was honored frequently during his lifetime, receiving four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry.

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yellowoods:

The Road Not Taken//Robert Frost

poetrysince1912:

—Robert Frost, Poetry, April 1936

Robert Frost

robert frost is one of my favorite poets bc he writes these beautiful, sensitive things and then in interviews when they asked him questions about his writing and stuff he’s like “fUck yOU, you figure it out, dumb asses. gawd.”

whiskeyedpoetry:

“The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost

desertcolossus:

literary picspams → nothing gold can stay by robert frost (@holidaysathogwarts)

So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

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seatheislandr:

Messed around in my moleskine in between classes

yellowoods:

The Road Not Taken//Robert Frost

wordscandefineus:

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.