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“Part of a moon was falling down the west, Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills. Its light poured softly in her lap. She saw And spread her apron to it. She put out her hand Among the harp-like morning-glory strings, Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves, As if she played unheard the tenderness That wrought on him beside her in the night.”

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The poetry of Robert Frost

This book presents a curated selection of Robert Frost's most celebrated works, reflecting his deep engagement with nature, rural life, and the complexities of human experience. Frost's poetry is characterized by its conversational tone, vivid imagery, and philosophical depth, making it a cornerstone of American literature. more

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

Robert Frost, born on March 26, 1874, and died on January 29, 1963, was one of the most renowned poets of the 20th century in the United States. He is known for his profound philosophy and unique poetic style, which often explores themes such as nature, life, and morality. more

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