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rjbs's review against another edition
5.0
Wonderful. If you read Frost in high school and weren't impressed, try again. His poems' stark simplicity and unsentimental tone really hit home with me.
papidoc's review against another edition
4.0
I don't read a lot of poetry, but I do have some favorites, and Frost is one of them. I find that his poems often speak to my heart, and resonate with something inside me, sometimes in ways I don't fully understand until much later. It is only on reflection, for example, that his "Good-by and Keep Cold" seems to me to bring some deeper insight into raising children and the need to allow them space to grow from adversity, and trust that God will bring them through.
"Into My Own" reflects what I have often experienced as a consequence of my travels, both physically in other lands and places, and internally, in the journeys through my own heart and mind. Sometimes I feel that others try to follow my paths, but without much success, and with Frost, I can feel to say:
I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear
And even so, though I have seen and learned much in those same travels, they have best served to reinforce my most deeply held convictions and faith, and bring me also to the conclusion that...
They would not find me changed from him they knew -
Only more sure of all I thought was true
I recall one time while on a long motorcycle ride, looking ahead to the gathering storm clouds...a passage from "A Line-Storm Song" brings that memory back powerfully, so that I can almost smell the air, pregnant with the coming rain:
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,
The road is forlorn all day,...
Yet later, after ten days gone, I am a block from home, paused a moment in time, sitting astride my machine, and gazing down the street at my home where my family awaits my arrival. Strangely, though I miss them terribly, and can hardly am anxious to hold them in my arms again, yet I also yearn to return to the open road again.
Out through the fields and woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
~~~~
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question "Whither?"
So much of wisdom in "Mending Wall" -- who among us, in one way or another, has not been reluctant to "go beyond his father's saying?"
And among my favorites (though not in this volume) is this passage from "Two Tramps In Mudtime" that describes what I believe to be the profoundest moments of a person's life, those times in which everything has come together in some eternal, fundamental, significant way:
Only where love and need are one
And the work is play for mortal stakes
Is the deed ever really done
For heaven and the future's sakes."
"Into My Own" reflects what I have often experienced as a consequence of my travels, both physically in other lands and places, and internally, in the journeys through my own heart and mind. Sometimes I feel that others try to follow my paths, but without much success, and with Frost, I can feel to say:
I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear
And even so, though I have seen and learned much in those same travels, they have best served to reinforce my most deeply held convictions and faith, and bring me also to the conclusion that...
They would not find me changed from him they knew -
Only more sure of all I thought was true
I recall one time while on a long motorcycle ride, looking ahead to the gathering storm clouds...a passage from "A Line-Storm Song" brings that memory back powerfully, so that I can almost smell the air, pregnant with the coming rain:
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,
The road is forlorn all day,...
Yet later, after ten days gone, I am a block from home, paused a moment in time, sitting astride my machine, and gazing down the street at my home where my family awaits my arrival. Strangely, though I miss them terribly, and can hardly am anxious to hold them in my arms again, yet I also yearn to return to the open road again.
Out through the fields and woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
~~~~
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question "Whither?"
So much of wisdom in "Mending Wall" -- who among us, in one way or another, has not been reluctant to "go beyond his father's saying?"
And among my favorites (though not in this volume) is this passage from "Two Tramps In Mudtime" that describes what I believe to be the profoundest moments of a person's life, those times in which everything has come together in some eternal, fundamental, significant way:
Only where love and need are one
And the work is play for mortal stakes
Is the deed ever really done
For heaven and the future's sakes."
venus_reads_'s review
just couldn't get into it, maybe I'll pick it up again one day
davianareads's review against another edition
3.0
It's absolutely beautiful, and I can't get through it. Maybe I will at another time in my life, but right now, I simply cannot.
pennedbymaria's review against another edition
inspiring
reflective
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? N/A
- Strong character development? N/A
- Loveable characters? N/A
- Diverse cast of characters? N/A
- Flaws of characters a main focus? N/A
3.0
The poems I loved from this collection I truly adored. They remain some of the most beautiful poems I have read as of yet. However I could not extend that love to Frost’s prose poems which were littered throughout the collection.
wishanem's review against another edition
5.0
A lot of poetry can be difficult, inaccessible, or confusing. Some of it is just dull. Robert Frost's poems have clear immediate meanings, and sometimes more under the surface too. He does remarkable things with common words, without seeming pretentious or self-congratulatory.
dipanjali's review against another edition
5.0
'Was there even a cause too lost,
Ever a cause that was lost too long,
Or that showed with the lapse of time to vain
For the generous tears of youth and song?'
frost, frost, frost.
nothing more profound than the simplicity of his words.
how do you manage to band together such emotional turmoil from just stringing together 26 alphabets and barely any punctuation?
Ever a cause that was lost too long,
Or that showed with the lapse of time to vain
For the generous tears of youth and song?'
frost, frost, frost.
nothing more profound than the simplicity of his words.
how do you manage to band together such emotional turmoil from just stringing together 26 alphabets and barely any punctuation?
carolynmariereads's review against another edition
4.0
I first studied Robert Frost in one of my poetry classes during a semester in college! I immediately fell in love with his work, and I knew I needed to read a whole collection after the class ended!
Well, here I am!!!!
I just finished this beautiful collection, and I truly can't get over how incredibly talented Frost is! The way he describes a scene and creates such deep metaphors is brilliant!!
There are so many poems of his that I just want to drape over the world like a cozy blanket!
Well, here I am!!!!
I just finished this beautiful collection, and I truly can't get over how incredibly talented Frost is! The way he describes a scene and creates such deep metaphors is brilliant!!
There are so many poems of his that I just want to drape over the world like a cozy blanket!
papi's review against another edition
4.0
I don't read a lot of poetry, but I do have some favorites, and Frost is one of them. I find that his poems often speak to my heart, and resonate with something inside me, sometimes in ways I don't fully understand until much later. It is only on reflection, for example, that his "Good-by and Keep Cold" seems to me to bring some deeper insight into raising children and the need to allow them space to grow from adversity, and trust that God will bring them through.
"Into My Own" reflects what I have often experienced as a consequence of my travels, both physically in other lands and places, and internally, in the journeys through my own heart and mind. Sometimes I feel that others try to follow my paths, but without much success, and with Frost, I can feel to say:
I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear
And even so, though I have seen and learned much in those same travels, they have best served to reinforce my most deeply held convictions and faith, and bring me also to the conclusion that...
They would not find me changed from him they knew -
Only more sure of all I thought was true
I recall one time while on a long motorcycle ride, looking ahead to the gathering storm clouds...a passage from "A Line-Storm Song" brings that memory back powerfully, so that I can almost smell the air, pregnant with the coming rain:
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,
The road is forlorn all day,...
Yet later, after ten days gone, I am a block from home, paused a moment in time, sitting astride my machine, and gazing down the street at my home where my family awaits my arrival. Strangely, though I miss them terribly, and can hardly am anxious to hold them in my arms again, yet I also yearn to return to the open road again.
Out through the fields and woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
~~~~
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question "Whither?"
So much of wisdom in "Mending Wall" -- who among us, in one way or another, has not been reluctant to "go beyond his father's saying?"
And among my favorites (though not in this volume) is this passage from "Two Tramps In Mudtime" that describes what I believe to be the profoundest moments of a person's life, those times in which everything has come together in some eternal, fundamental, significant way:
Only where love and need are one
And the work is play for mortal stakes
Is the deed ever really done
For heaven and the future's sakes."
"Into My Own" reflects what I have often experienced as a consequence of my travels, both physically in other lands and places, and internally, in the journeys through my own heart and mind. Sometimes I feel that others try to follow my paths, but without much success, and with Frost, I can feel to say:
I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear
And even so, though I have seen and learned much in those same travels, they have best served to reinforce my most deeply held convictions and faith, and bring me also to the conclusion that...
They would not find me changed from him they knew -
Only more sure of all I thought was true
I recall one time while on a long motorcycle ride, looking ahead to the gathering storm clouds...a passage from "A Line-Storm Song" brings that memory back powerfully, so that I can almost smell the air, pregnant with the coming rain:
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,
The road is forlorn all day,...
Yet later, after ten days gone, I am a block from home, paused a moment in time, sitting astride my machine, and gazing down the street at my home where my family awaits my arrival. Strangely, though I miss them terribly, and can hardly am anxious to hold them in my arms again, yet I also yearn to return to the open road again.
Out through the fields and woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
~~~~
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question "Whither?"
So much of wisdom in "Mending Wall" -- who among us, in one way or another, has not been reluctant to "go beyond his father's saying?"
And among my favorites (though not in this volume) is this passage from "Two Tramps In Mudtime" that describes what I believe to be the profoundest moments of a person's life, those times in which everything has come together in some eternal, fundamental, significant way:
Only where love and need are one
And the work is play for mortal stakes
Is the deed ever really done
For heaven and the future's sakes."