Poetry Collection Review, “The Poetry of Robert Frost”

Poetry Collection Review, “The Poetry of Robert Frost”

Do you know poetry that Robert Frost never sleeps in feeling this nature?  A reader may grasp a name that extends upon more names, to leave the pages disturbed by Frost’s aspiration for certain state travellers.  Dialects in literature can be detected through studying plenty of rhyming words.  There’s little vulgarity, but it’s serious.  It’s easy of course to envision the romantic scenery by “west-running brook”.  Don’t mistaken Frost’s inspiration of California.  That vague concept of articulating syllables for poetry-writing!  Sometimes saying “pumpkins” is better than saying “chickens”.  Or is it?  Let’s remember farm equipment.  Frost has sense for directions because he imagines shapes, so he’s a poet who can describe the workings of a god.  In fact, he speaks as the Christian God in the collection’s first stage play.  Frost never realizes that science has always talked about design, thus his use of the term “evolution” can be ambiguous.  He indeed speaks for liberals and conservatives by granting fictional characters the dialogue that’s likely to exist in imaginary politics; for example, consider whether or not a hater is correct for arguing against soil that’s on sale.  Should we really buy the dirt?  Are we talking about dirt for gardens or grime for houses?  The first poetry book in Frost’s presentation is colorful with tougher words to bite on although my superb enjoyment of it leads me to a pleasurable kind of confusion.  I feel like a guest in the first book.  Vegetables are outside with the animals as I ponder moody cabin dwellers.  I’m honking at the reader in order to forgive.  Romantic poets can use less syllables behind those rhyme words to indicate familiarity with nature.  Please Mr. Frost, don’t rhyme “shut” with “butt”!  Then again a lady poet I know rhymes “romance” with “pants”.  What’s worse, butt or pants?  Associations can involve complexity while revolving around rhyme.  Rhyme itself is repetition.  He uses words distinct from each other for rhyming and many rhyme words only have parallel sounds because of an American dialect.  (I’m a poet myself who rhymes holidays with bacteria.)  Rhymes can be delayed for other rhymes.  A syllable can be like a raindrop, thus text acts like weather.  I know his practical mottoes like the sea of despair while sharing information with dad about dried milk, just to get on the boarder for Frost’s possible communication of agony.  Remember the guy who holds up the hand he loses?  I say Robert Frost is one of my influences, but my passion for messages isn’t crowded.  Lots of his plain choices of vocabulary make those poems the second book after great metaphors of crystal information.  Think of crystal information as shining data.  I think religious poets have lots of data as confirmations change.  By then, we’ve more data.  How many several times do lovers tease near the west-running brook?  Just don’t mention a star’s name three times unless your telescope is activated.  Talk in the first book is deeper than talk in books after it.  Keep in mind that Frost mentions his status “beyond confusion” which has religious merit, not to mention his jokes about God.  You know, the Christian God.  Implications are made in this review earlier about extensions on dialect.  Try not to assume Frost’s behavior on a book with mostly no pictures; studying can simply mean impartiality for the truth when feelings in book are literal.  Foolishness is not game.  Few poems here are totally airy and dull, yet I do like Frost’s idea of a kind of gum a stranger receives over nature’s lands.  Frost mentions doughnuts, but don’t make fun of his name because of that reference.  “Frost” is a metaphoric name for the talked-about snow to me.  What’s a poet’s thinking between his lines?  A fine lady is in her kitchen in one poem when an unknown individual walks right in, so there’s taste for rural houses.  Frost lives by suffering, basically.  Let’s not be coy with our previous knowledge!  Constant reference is made to these past Democrats who live in the U.S.A. in the early 1900’s; in fact, drunkards might rest in nightly hotels when strangers pursue them.  That’s greatly what this book is about: strangers meeting to engage lively chats.  A poem is typically written as less than a thesis because its author is busy witnessing tokens rather than providing obvious evidence.  Have you voted for president?  Now I theorize Frost is a vagabond by image in text who can drive a car.  He actually names a car while going places.  Readers may pick out Frost’s poems and put them in new order by interest rather than history.  “The Road Not Taken” is a classic poem in zombie fashion these days that comes from a decent book with milder tones and it’s implicational with roadside streaks of colors; however, “two roads diverged in a yellow wood” really become hints of Frost’s varied interest in a split adventure I believe even when he’s chosen the exact path to travel above.  Here’s my stranger concept again or else a theory about mysterious persons: if a stranger meets someone eventually, and if a road’s not taken, what then is his philosophy?  Is it thinking or a mixture of emotions?  Clarification on adventure may help romance increase or at least better roads are really open.  Frost’s first book may not be your first, but my ears to it swell with personal romance instead of exact beauty.  Dancing flames from a house’s cooking equipment interest my fancy after my mom explains them, so meanings can be hard to achieve for me.  Of course, reading is forgiving.  An insect who’s near God-talkers is infected by the Devil in Frost’s imagination to provide a quip against Milton.  The plays mostly have no descriptions on character voices and thus heavy interpretation of them is variable.  Yes, that weird seer in the second play has an unknown voice except for his momentary pauses in speech because he’s religious in an odd way when hardly any text describes it.  Boy, mystery appeals!  Discussion of specific states of the U.S. is made by Frost in his poetry stand-up somewhere in the middle of the wide collection book.  Lines that rhyme can act as philosophy twins and possibly collide with each other’s ideas in marvelous sounds, which tend to portray exclusive meanings that are missed when creatures fail to make connected talks.  Overall, Robert Frost is a genius with fresh associations that come from telephones, vegetables, etc.