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My favorite poem of Robert Frost is “The Road Not Taken.” I like it because it is very true to life when it talks about making choices. The poem starts out with the narrator talking about two roads and how he is sorry that he cannot travel both. That thought is the same with the decisions we have to make in life. Every day we have to make choices, just like those two roads you can only pick one. You can’t start acting on one decision and half-way through it decide that you would like to go the other way instead. The narrator describes one road as being nice and grassy and how a lot of people had gone down that one. The other road wasn’t quite as appealing, but it was not worn out by people walking on it. The last sentence in the poem says, “I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.” This relates to real life in that some times in life it is easier to do what everybody else is doing but when we make decisions that are different form every ones else we may be able to experience more and have a much fuller and happier life. Like the narrator said, it made all the difference in his life, and it could do the same for ours.

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.

The Road Not Taken
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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.



Dust Of Snow
 
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
 
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day i had rued
 

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            I really enjoy this poem because of how simple it is and yet it still has meaning. Robert Frost uses descriptive language very well, and even though it is a very short poem he still conveys everything clearly. I also really like how this poem rhymes. The whole poem rhymes perfectly and he did not give up any of the poems meaning to make that possible. Overall i like this poem the most and it even ends happily.

 
 
 
     One of my favorite poems is "A Winter Eden".  I think the imagery in this poem is amazing.  The tone is very peaceful and relaxing, and also easy-going.  I think that one of the reasons this poem is so easy to read and like is that many of the elments of poetry are present.  There is stanza, Rhythm, Rhyme, Alliteration, Assonance, Metaphor, Personifictaion, and of course, Imagery. 
 
A Winter Eden

A winter garden in an alder swamp,
Where conies now come out to sun and romp,
As near a paradise as it can be
And not melt snow or start a dormant tree.

It lifts existence on a plane of snow
One level higher than the earth below,
One level nearer heaven overhead,
And last year's berries shining scarlet red.

It lifts a gaunt luxuriating beast
Where he can stretch and hold his highest feat
On some wild apple tree's young tender bark,
What well may prove the year's high girdle mark.

So near to paradise all pairing ends:
Here loveless birds now flock as winter friends,
Content with bud-inspecting. They presume
To say which buds are leaf and which are bloom.

A feather-hammer gives a double knock.
This Eden day is done at two o'clock.
An hour of winter day might seem too short
To make it worth life's while to wake and sport.

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"A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom"-Robert Frost