{"id":39110,"date":"2014-11-24T00:00:41","date_gmt":"2014-11-24T00:00:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/?p=39110"},"modified":"2026-04-03T22:17:29","modified_gmt":"2026-04-03T22:17:29","slug":"robert-frost","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/?p=39110","title":{"rendered":"Robert Frost"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"R_frost\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong>\u2022\u2192biography<\/a>\u2190 \u00a0[1874-1963]<\/strong><\/p>\n

Robert Frost<\/strong> holds a unique and almost isolated position in American letters. \u00abThough his career fully spans the modern period and though it is impossible to speak of him as anything other than a modern poet,<\/em>\u00bb writes James M. Cox, \u00abit is difficult to place him in the main tradition of modern poetry.\u00bb<\/em> In a sense, Frost stands at the crossroads of nineteenth-century American poetry and modernism, for in his verse may be found the culmination of many nineteenth-century tendencies and traditions as well as parallels to the works of his twentieth-century contemporaries.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0– [http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/bio\/robert-frost]<\/p>\n

\u2666\u2192 \u00a0\u00abDesign\u00bb<\/a> \u21d0<\/h6>\n

\u221e\u00a0<\/strong>\u00a0‘Fire & Ice’<\/strong><\/a>\u00a0 \u21d0[read by Richard Burton<\/strong>]<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
SOME\u00a0say the world will end in fire,<\/strong><\/td>\n\u00a0<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Some say in ice.<\/strong><\/td>\n\u00a0<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
From what I\u2019ve tasted of desire<\/strong><\/td>\n\u00a0<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
I hold with those who favor fire.<\/strong><\/td>\n\u00a0<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
But if it had to perish twice,<\/strong><\/td>\n\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
I think I know enough of hate<\/strong><\/td>\n\u00a0<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
To know that for destruction ice<\/strong><\/td>\n\u00a0<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Is also great<\/strong><\/td>\n\u00a0<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
And would suffice.<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n
\u2666 \u00a0\u201cStopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening\u201d\u00a0 \u2193<\/h6>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Whose woods these are I think I know.<\/address>\n
His house is in the village though;<\/address>\n
He will not mind me stopping here<\/address>\n
To watch his woods fill up with snow.<\/address>\n

\"Robert-Frost\"<\/a><\/p>\n

My little horse must think it queer<\/address>\n
To stop without a farmhouse near<\/address>\n
Between the woods and frozen lake<\/address>\n
The darkest evening of the year.<\/address>\n
He gives his harness bells a shake<\/address>\n
To ask if there is some mistake.<\/address>\n
The only other sound\u2019s the sweep<\/address>\n
Of easy wind and downy flake.<\/address>\n
\u00a0<\/address>\n
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.<\/address>\n
But I have promises to keep,<\/address>\n
And miles to go before I sleep,<\/address>\n
And miles to go before I sleep.<\/address>\n
\u00b7 \u00a0\u00b7 \u00a0\u00b7 \u00a0 \u00a05 more poems by Frost\u00a0\u2193<\/h6>\n