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3 weeks ago | 
rockthebestmusic.com | Robert Frost |Ángel Ferrer
Como ya sabemos, Robert Frost era un poeta del siglo XX que utilizaba mucho la naturaleza para crear metáforas sobre la condición humana. Este poema de hoy se titula «El camino no elegido», y retrata subjetivamente el hecho de no poder recorrer dos caminos a la vez. Aún más, el hecho de escoger de los dos el menos sencillo. Y todavía más. El poeta refleja lo que será un anhelo futuro, un sentimiento que sucederá más adelante.
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3 weeks ago | 
jagranjosh.com | Robert Frost |Anshika Verma
खुद की वैल्यू कैसे बढ़ाएं? अपनाएं ये आदतें
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1 month ago | 
laconiadailysun.com | Elizabeth Howard |Robert Frost
A Dust of SnowBy Robert FrostThe way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock treeHas given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued. •••Ioften recall walking along a country road after a snowfall blanketed the landscape — when the sky is black, the moon is casting a yellow glow and the only sound is the crunching of snow under our boots. That moment when you can almost see and feel the individual white crystals. What is snow?
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1 month ago | 
bostonmagazine.com | Robert Frost |Jaci Conry
Boston Home After the long winter, spring’s earliest florals inspire hopeful anticipation for the bright, warmer months ahead. Nothing Gold Can StayBy Robert FrostNature’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.
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2 months ago | 
gavingiovannoni.substack.com | Robert Frost |Gavin Giovannoni
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Eveningby Robert Frost, 1923Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweepOf easy wind and downy flake.
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2 months ago | 
gamerant.com | Robert Frost |Mina Smith
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by 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.
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Jan 24, 2025 | 
ediblemontereybay.com | Robert Frost |Laura Ness
January 24, 2025 – The alignment of events could not have been more perfect. During a break in the intense schedule of the SF Chronicle Wine competition, we were planning to have dinner with a couple we met in the wine industry years ago, courtesy of Concannon Vineyard, one of the oldest brands in America. Jo and Jose Diaz are originally from Maine, where they had fascinating careers in radio and tv, and ended up meeting and photographing some of the original icons of music history.
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Jan 10, 2025 | 
theimaginativeconservative.org | Robert Frost
He saw her from the bottom of the stairsBefore she saw him. She was starting down,Looking back over her shoulder at some fear. She took a doubtful step and then undid itTo raise herself and look again. He spokeAdvancing toward her: ‘What is it you seeFrom up there always—for I want to know.’She turned and sank upon her skirts at that,And her face changed from terrified to dull. He said to gain time: ‘What is it you see,’Mounting until she cowered under him.
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Dec 20, 2024 | 
theimaginativeconservative.org | Robert Frost
All out of doors looked darkly in at himThrough the thin frost, almost in separate stars,That gathers on the pane in empty rooms. What kept his eyes from giving back the gazeWas the lamp tilted near them in his hand. What kept him from remembering what it wasThat brought him to that creaking room was age. He stood with barrels round him—at a loss.
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Dec 1, 2024 | 
emergentmag.com | Robert Frost
Only when we stop believing in the absoluteness of power, even our own, in relation to others can we confront power. —Estelle Hoy, Braided ExigenciesShim Cheong. Next to the things that are natural, she owes her very existence to a prayer. A scandalous disavowal, if nothing else. But her parents-to-be were well behaved, so asking for a little recompense never seemed like the worst move in the world.
