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Poems by Robert Frost

Robert Frost

Robert Frost was born in San Francisco on March 26, 1874. After his father’s death, Frost moved to New England with his mother and sister. He was 11 years old at the time.Frost married and had four children. He wanted to write poetry, but also needed to earn money to support his family. His grandfather agreed to buy him a farm if Frost would work the farm for 10 years. During the day, he did chores associated with the farm. At night, he wrote poetry. He sold the farm and moved his family to a small country farmhouse in England. He took 30 poems to a publisher in London. The publisher accepted his poems and published them as a book in 1913.The Frost family returned to New England in 1914.

Compare and Contrast

Read the following poetry. Highlight the figurative language used in the poem for better poetic effect. Using the venn diagram to compare the poems, keeping in mind the mood and theme of the each poem.

The Road Not Taken

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 on to 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—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Stopping by on a snowy evening

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.

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
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