Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
This is a beautiful poem whether you see it as sarcasm or individuality. I want to read more of hs work.

"was my rather private jest at the expense of those who might think I would yet live to be sorry for the way I had taken in life."-Robert Frost


My favorite poems from the collection based on the language, rhythm and/or subject in no particular order:

"The Last Word of a Bluebird"
"A Girl's Garden"
"Good Hours"
"Blueberries"
"The Mountain"
"The Sound of the Trees"
"The Gum-gatherer"
"Putting in the Seed"
"Birches"
"Meeting & Passing"
"The Road Not Taken"
dark hopeful reflective relaxing sad fast-paced
challenging reflective slow-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
emotional inspiring reflective slow-paced
challenging inspiring reflective slow-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

I am not a huge fan of poetry but I like the road not taken. This book has some other poems too, I didn't like them as much though except 1 or 2

A very nice poem about the decisions we make in life. It tells us that everyone has to make a choice in their lives and that decision makes a big difference.

So, I got around to reading my first collection by Frost, which I’d looked forward to for some time. I’m still not sure exactly how I feel about it: I could appreciate the poems for how well-executed they were, and often for their underlying meaning too. But I fear I may have ruined every other poet for me by discovering Mary Oliver a few years ago. I’ve said this before, but I feel I need to say it again after every new poet I read, to explain why I’m not totally blown away by what is clearly poetry genius.

Most of the poems were more like longer stories compressed into rhyming verse. It reminded me, in form, of reading The Iliad ages ago. Surprisingly, I didn’t outright dislike this way of writing poems. The language was more straightforward when telling a story in this manner, and I am definitely more into straightforward poetry than the opposite! Yet, a number of the poems still failed to speak to me - and my favourites by far were the more traditional works (and, unsurprisingly, related to nature): A Patch of Old Snow, The Wood-Pile, Good Hours, Hyla Brook (which were all also roughly from the same period).

/NK

I quite enjoy much of Robert Frost's poetry. I didn't really connect with some of these but once in awhile one of his lines really hit deep with me, which is why I keep reading his poetry to find those hidden gems.