Robert Frost

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If I had to choose if I’d rather have the world end in fire or ice, I would choose ice.    At least for now.   
If I had to choose if I’d rather have the world end in fire or ice, I would choose ice.    At least for now.   
POEM TITLE: LARKSPUR VERSE 1 Oh, how I admire the flower larkspur Anytime I sit on the greeny meadows in despair ! Larkspur, a beautiful, lovely fragrant flower thou art with other flowers I compare.
POEM TITLE: LARKSPUR VERSE 1 Oh, how I admire the flower larkspur Anytime I sit on the greeny meadows in despair ! Larkspur, a beautiful, lovely fragrant flower thou art with other flowers I compare.
I've now melted into a desire i can only call mine While your eyes set ablaze with a flame that will surely transcend time
Open the rarified book and step into the fantasy of phrase. Here I have learned the touch of a thousand, thousand apples, The twists and turns of eloquent power to show the toil and trouble of kings,
Open the rarified book and step into the fantasy of phrase. Here I have learned the touch of a thousand, thousand apples, The twists and turns of eloquent power to show the toil and trouble of kings,
Treading on the trodden trackKnowing I knew my way back.Stumbled on a Frosty verseGot its point with stanzas terse;
One morning, I happened on a divided path in a yellow wood Then realized it was like the one where Robert Frost once stood I stopped and stared afar, wondering which path I should take
Poetry. A simple word, but in reality it's anything but simple. Poetry is more than what meets the eye. It stands out amongst other forms of literature. It allows you to paint a picture in someone's mind, showing them how you feel.
I had never given much of a thought to poetry. The kids on the street only hear their own beat. “Poetry ain’t too slick,” people say. I believed them.  
We're asked from an early age What do you want to be when you grow up It's a question designed  To make us look forward to the future   But no matter what I do
"Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold..." (Nothing Gold Can Stay, Robert Frost). The words coming out of the TV screen, as PonyBoy recites them so meaningfully.
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