Robert Frost ( 1875-1963 ) is a great American poet who gained international fame during the last decades of his long life.He spent some years in England before the First world war and enjoyed friendship of a number of british poets. On return to America, he lived mostly in village in New England, keenly interested in the varying beauties of nature and the apparently small but deeply meaningful joys and sorrows of ordianary men and women.

Poems by Robert Frost

Few of Frost famous poems

~~~~THE TELEPHONE~~~~

When I was just as far as I could walk

From here today,

There was an hour

All still

When leaning with my head against a flower

I heard you talk,

Don't say I didn't. For I heard you say.

You spoke form that flower on the windows sill

do you rememebr what it was you said?

First tell me the flower and driven a bee away,

I leaned my head,

And holding my head,

And holding by the stalk,

I listened and I thought I caught the word

What was it? Did you call me by my name?

Or did you say-

Someone said"Come"- I heard it as I bowed

I may have thought as much , but not loud.

Well so I came.

' The telephone ' is one of the interesting poems of Frost. It is not a simple poea as it appears. It tells us an experience of the poet describing how he seemed to have heard the voice of the Creator through a flower which acted as a telephone receiver bringing the voice to him. The peom is in the form of a conversation between the speaker and God, the Creator.

Another peom by him

~~~~The Road not Taken ~~~~

by Robert Frost - 1916

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.

I will add more of his Poems very soon...