Robert Frost Poems

“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.”

This is probably one of the most widely quoted lines in the world, whether during speeches or in written form. The stanza is the concluding part of one of the most famous poems written by Mr. Robert Frost, ‘Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening.’

Robert Frost was, and continues to be, one of the most widely read poets of the past century. Although he was half Scottish and half English considering his parentage, his native place was San Francisco, California, for he was born there on March 26th, 1874, and lived there for the first eleven years of his life. Robert Frost lived quite an unhappy life, and the pain and loss that he had experienced during its considerable, eighty-eight year-long span is quite distinctly perceivable in all his works.

Robert Frost poems have a strangely unique quality to them. They always seem to be quite multi-layered and deep in terms of the meaning. One can derive many different interpretations from them, and this is, probably, the best characteristic they possess. Robert Frost was an excellent poet, especially because of the freedom of thought he endowed upon the readers. However, while various interpretations can be formed about the lines of the content, the main idea and essence of each and every Robert Frost poem remains intact and retains its true meaning.

Robert Frost poems are just perfect for anyone who is going through a bout of depression and melancholy, for, having suffered and struggled through the same many number of times in his life, you will find that his poems empathize with you. They will express just exactly what you are feeling, in quite a simple, straightforward, yet deep manner. Robert Frost poems have the ability to carry pain and despair, and they suck the same out of all their readers, leaving them in quite a happier state, and loading themselves with greater amounts of unhappiness.

However, while Robert Frost poems sigh with despondency, they also do not leave behind a ray of hope in their wake, which inspires all the miserable folk that good times are just round the corner and that while they won’t last long, nor will bad times. Such is the beauty of Robert Frost poems.

“Love has earth to which she clings
With hills and circling arms about--
Wall within wall to shut fear out.
But Thought has need of no such things,
For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.”

Robert Frost in ‘Bond and Free’