Robert Frost - Blog Posts
Life is like a choose your own adventure book. Except you don't get many choices if you live by other people's rules. As Robert Frost said;
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
Nothing Gold Can Stay
By Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
"Robert Frost is my hall pass" -10/17
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. -Robert Frost
No matter how early you read the poem 'The Road Not Taken' by Robert Frost, you are going to understand it completely only in your 20s.
Ad verse effects
A friend of mine once told me that "poetry makes him feel ill". Some of the more common conditions like influe-stanza and Janedice or Poe-mentation of the skin are well known but here is a selection of some poetic ailments and injuries that really meter to people.
Tennyson Elbow-
Byron any further injury, this should sort itself out in no time. Kipling Arthritis- A Rud-Yard stick for every other condition one might face Ben(t) Jonson- It can happen to every man and not in his humerus. Will...em...Shakes Appear?- Carry a medical Bard on your person at all times
Robert Frost-bite - The Road Not Prescribed.
Walt Whiplash- Mobility is the soul of Whit
Plath feet When feet get Hughes and swollen.
Auden-iometry trouble W.H.at are you saying to me??
Severe Back Twain
When life gives you Clemens, make lemonade.
Conrad Aching
It's a Pulmonary Symbolism.
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
- Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
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.
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.
~ Robert Frost
Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Robert Frost
No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.
Robert Frost
OK SO THERE IS A LOT TO DISSECT HERE
ok first off, SOMEONE ELSE ACTUALLY WATCHED THE PORTABLE DOOR?? OMG
second... i love Politically Correct Landstrom Yaoi... Robert x Dušan is so goated
last thing; "in loving memory of August Rosenbleuth" is SO funny for some reason
WALTZ (+ diehl) objects!!!!! yayayayay
so nice you see them twice (and transparent 0mg) Doodles!!
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