What is the best Robert Frost poem to analyze?
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"The Road Not Taken" because it talks about the choices people have to make in their life. At least once in a while we all have to choose between two roads because we "can´t travel both".
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In "Mending Wall" and other poems Frost examines the tension between human connectedness and separateness.  \n\nPeople often quote that poem, saying that he says that "Good fences make good neighbors." If you read the poem carefully, you'll see that it is the poet's neighbor that says that, not the poet himself. The poet wants him to think that over, but all he says is "Good fences make good neighbors."
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I think this is a great question (opportunity really) to get some of us closet writers to post our own writing...maybe even get some fun feedback, or just enjoy reading some other writer’s work as well. So, thanks for the chance. Well here is one of my earlier poems:\n\n"A Passing, Sulfur-Green Passion"\n\nThose green eyes, once filled with rage-rampant fire,\nFueled a whim obsessed fervor that partook of every desire.\n\nNot once did any glance go unrewarded in a closed-door fashion—\n   A youthful body withered by long nights of unprotected (un-sustained) passion. \n\nFeeling ephemeral stares, \nImagining they seek out what lurks behind badly salt-stained eyes, omens-old\nShe is forever surrounded by sulfur-smoke, \nLost in sustained moment of grey-cold.\n \nAnd those wet orbs cannot receive a spark of compassion\n \n   For anyone’s love.
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Krissy,  Robert Frost's first professionally published poem was in 1894. It was called "My Butterfly".  However, his poem "La Noche Triste" appeared in his Lawrence New Hampshire high school news letter in 1890. It's reasonable to believe that he began writing very early and writing poetry in his teens. \n His poems were written in blank verse, or when speaking as the main character of a poem, free verse. He occassionally used traditionally poetic devices such as meter and rhyme, but his most famous poems use the modern structures. His poetry uses rural New England settings for making statements about life in general.  "Mending Wall", "Stopping by Woods on Snowy Evening" and "The Road Not Taken" all fall into this category. His view in these poems is somewhat bleak about the relations between people and the struggle to live day-to-day.\nHe lived in England for a few years (1912 -1915) and met important English poets of the time like Rupert Brooke, Robert Graves and Ezra Pound. He also read his poem "Dedication" at the Inaugural Address of John F. Kennedy in 1960. \nHis poetry is a time-machine to a world which was just beginning to feel the effects of mass technology. They depict the resistance of rural people to the quick changes of the 20th century and hark back to a simpler, if equally isolated, lifestyle.
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Robert Browning, the poem is called "My last Duchess" It's my favourite poem.
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Poem by W.H. Auden\n\nStop all the Clocks.\n\nStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,\nPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,\nSilence the pianos and with muffled drum\nBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.\nLet aeroplanes...\n\nFor the rest visit...\nhttp://www.npr.org/programs/death/readings/poetry/aude.html
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of course.  Here are some of the classics.  I'm sticking to love poems because they are my favorites.\n\n---------------------------------------------------\n\nWilliam Shakespeare\n\n\nSHALL I compare thee to a summer’s day?   \nThou art more lovely and more temperate:   \nRough winds do shake the darling buds of May,   \nAnd summer’s lease hath all too short a date:   \nSometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,          5 \nAnd often is his gold complexion dimm’d;   \nAnd every fair from fair sometime declines,   \nBy chance, or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;   \nBut thy eternal summer shall not fade,   \nNor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,   10 \nNor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,   \nWhen in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;   \n  So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,   \n  So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. \n\n---------------------------------------------------------\n\nElizabeth Barrett Browning \n  \n  \nHOW do I love thee? Let me count the ways.  \nI love thee to the depth and breadth and height  \nMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sight  \nFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.  \nI love thee to the level of everyday’s         5 \nMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.  \nI love thee freely, as men strive for Right;  \nI love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.  \nI love thee with the passion put to use  \nIn my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.         10 \nI love thee with a love I seemed to lose  \nWith my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,  \nSmiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,  \nI shall but love thee better after death. \n \n-----------------------------------------------------------\n\nDoes that help?  I can give more.
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Shakespeare is the most notable practitioner of blank verse as a dramatic form, and his plays are, in fact, written predominantly, though not entirely, in blank verse. Even in the twentieth century T. S. Eliot and Maxwell Anderson used blank verse as a vehicle for staged drama, though by that time their efforts were self-consciously anachronistic. \n\n\nBlank verse has also been a favored form for reflective and narrative poems. The stately, majestic cadences of John Milton’s religious epic “Paradise Lost” demonstrate the extraordinary incantatory power of that pattern maintained over long stretches of poetry. Take, for example, the single long sentence that constitutes the first sixteen lines of the “Invocation” to Book I of “Paradise Lost”: \n\n\nOf man’s first disobedience, and the fruit \n\nOf that forbidden tree whose mortal taste \n\nBrought death into the world, and all our woe, \n\nWith loss of Eden, till one greater Man \n\nRestore us and regain the blissful seat, \n\nSing, Heavenly Muse, that, on the secret top \n\nOf Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire \n\nThat shepherd who first taught the chosen seed \n\nIn the beginning how the Heavens and Earth \n\nRose out of Chaos: or, if Sion hill \n\nDelight thee more, and Siloa’s brook that flowed \n\nFast by the oracle of God, I thence \n\nInvoke thy aid to my adventurous song, \n\nThat with no middle flight intends to soar \n\nAbove th’ Aonian mount, while it pursues \n\nThings unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. \n\n\nMilton himself likened blank verse to the unrhymed verse of “Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin” and called it “English heroic verse without rhyme.” He considered rhyme “no necessary adjunct or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame meter. . . .” Milton defended his choice of blank verse for his epic as no defect, “though it may seem so perhaps to vulgar readers,” but rather an “[esteemed] example set, the first in English, of an ancient liberty recovered to heroic poem from the troublesome modern bondage of rhyming” (John Milton, “The Verse,” preface to “Paradise Lost).
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For me that is such a difficult question to answer.  I have so many favorites.  \n\nThe whole poem Desiderata is beautiful and profound.  Every line is special so I will quote only the last ones:\n\n"Therefore be at peace with God, \nwhatever you conceive Him to be,\nand whatever your labors and aspirations,\nin the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.\nWith all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,\nit is still a beautiful world.\nBe cheerful.\nStrive to be happy. "\n\nThen from High Flight by John Gillespie Magee we have:\n\n"Up, up the long delirious, burning blue \nI've topped the windswept heights with easy grace \nWhere never lark, or even eagle flew. \nAnd, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod \nThe high untresspassed sanctity of space, \nPut out my hand, and touched the face of God."\n\nFinally, I would refer you to a poem called Little Bateese by william Henry Drummond.  It is deceptively simple, but again profound.  It speaks of the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren, one of the things that really matter in life for sure.  There is nothing as special as the love of a grandparent and grandchild for each other.  The last lines of the poem are:\n\n"But leetle Bateese! please don't forget\nWe rader you 're stayin' de small boy yet, \nSo chase de chicken an' mak' dem scare\nAn' do w'at you lak wit' your ole gran'pere\nFor w'en you 're beeg feller he won't be dere--\nLeetle Bateese!"\n\nTranslation:  \nBut little Bateese!  Please don't forget\nWe'd rather you stayed a small boy yet\nSo chase the chickens and make them scared\nAnd do what you like with your old grandpere\nFor when you're a big fellow he won't be there -\nLittle Bateese!\n\nI get carried away with poetry!
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this is ten if you cound the title, and it's great - robert frost\n\nFire and Ice \n\nSome say the world will end in fire,\nSome say in ice.\nFrom what I've tasted of desire\nI hold with those who favor fire.\nBut if it had to perish twice,\nI think I know enough of hate\nTo say that for destruction ice\nIs also great\nAnd would suffice.
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Do a google search on poets.  Is there a specific one you're looking for?\n\nEdgar Allan Poe\n\nRobert Frost\n\nTry this site:\n\nhttp://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets.htm
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I don't know the answer to your poem, but here's my favorite all time Christmas poem (feel free to share this one!)\n\nThe silver snow falls lightly,\nThe year speeds fast away,\nTomorrow's sun is bringing,\nA brand new Christmas Day.\n\nAnd midst beloved faces,\nMy throughts are roaming free,\nWhile fervently I whisper,\nGod bless them all for me.\n\n~Anonymous
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Hello, Kaleb,\n\nI was and am an English teacher. \n\nYou can start with the poem's theme. If it is about love or nature or whatever, what does it say? How does it make you feel? Does the author choose words that are happy or depressing (mood)?\n\nYou can talk about word choices, length and, if you know something of the author, you can take that approach. \n\nHere's an example:\n\nMy Beard (Shel Silverstein)\n\nMy beard grows to my toes\nI never wears no clothes\nI wraps my beard around my bare\nand down the road I goes.\n\nWhat is Silverstein doing here? He gives you an image (a naked man with a long beard) and creates humor. His words are simple as if the man is not educated. The poem is short, cute and simple--ideal for kids or those of us who love to laugh! Silverstein wrote songs, poems and all kinds of things and was a very private man. Maybe the "beard" of the speaker is Silverstein seeking privacy.\n\nThis is a short example. I wish you luck.\n\nFor further assistance, you can try owlenglish@purdue.edu. Not sure if the url is right, but I hope you get your paper done.\n\nGambatte (good luck)from Japan!
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Poe wrote this poem in the autograph album of Lucy Holmes, later Lucy Holmes Balderston. Initially, Ingram rejected the poem, but later admitted it to his edition of Poe's Works. In interpreting the manuscript, Ingram made a number of changes in punctuation, mostly replacing dashes with commas, semicolons or periods.] \n\nI find lines 1-8 to be a statement of remorseful acceptance in his adult life of his inability to appreciate "the sunny side of life" as most others claim to do. \nThe words "I could not awaken" would indicate his failed attempts to do so.\nIn his adult life, he accepts his perceived great "difference" from others; he is not referring to the everyday differences which make us all unique but rather, a chasm which separates him. \nThe remaining lines are a retrospective view of his early life, beginning when he first realized that he had a fascination with the morose and morbid.\n\nThen- in my childhood, in the dawn\nOf a most stormy life- was drawn\nFrom every depth of good and ill\nThe mystery which binds me still\n\nThe "mystery" is simply put, his "darkness".\n\nThe remaining lines build to the climax of the poem, which I feel is the last line.\n\n"From the torrent, or the fountain" tells us he sees darkness in both good and "bad" things equally. "From the red cliff of the mountain" paints a sanguine picture of foreboding power, "From the sun that round me rolled, In its autumn tint of gold" paints a picture of the fall, a time of impending death before the cold of winter - it's no coincidence that Halloween is celebrated then. "From the lightning in the sky" introduces the climax, \n\n"From the thunder and the storm,\nAnd the cloud that took the form\n(When the rest of Heaven was blue)\nOf a demon in my view."\n\nIn the final two line, he illustrates fully his propensity to find the morbid in even the most beautiful of things where others do not, and brings us full circle to the beginning of the poem.\n\nI feel the word demon is perhaps the most important in the entire poem. It indicates the level of his darkness of vision, and gives scale to the chasm that he feels separates him from others.
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Wow, I just got done reading that poem. He is a great poet. \n\nThis is what I think he is saying in his poem. He talks about his "thirtieth year to heaven" his birthday, and the child. Turning 30 is kinda traumatic. He woke up to a beautiful day, decided to take a walk, soaking in nature and his home, everything that is familiar to him. It reminded him of a birthday in his childhood. Beautiful... then suddenly changing to gray fog and rain. He is and never will be that child again though that child is still alive inside him, knowing that he was happy then, missing that time of his life, knowing that time is always shoving you forward always closer and closer to death. But then at the end he can remember that he is lucky to be alive, though the sadness is still tainting him.\n\nThat's just my idea.
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Robert Frost \nRobert Frost is one the most well-known and respected authors in American literary history. He highly praised for his images of life in New England, and also his traditional meter and form. Frost resisted following the popular trends in literature, and created some of the most important literature of the twentieth century. During his career he has won four Pulitzer Prizes in poetry\n\nor if you want someone that was doing their own thing\n\nJack Kerouac (1922-1969)\n\nKerouac was the key figure of the "beat" movement of the 1950's. His book "On the Road" captured the minds of young readers and brought the work of the "beat" writers into the limelight. His philosophies on writing and lifestyle have been compared with Whitman and Thoreau. Jack Kerouac continues to be one of the most widely read authors from his time and in recent years interest in his work has risen.
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What is that poem you'll maybe have better answer if you post your answer in litterature