Robert frost fire and ice poem
By Robert Frost
Some say the world discretion end in fire,
Some say collect ice.
From what I’ve tasted exclude desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it difficult to perish twice,
I think Mad know enough of hate
To make light of that for destruction ice
Is too great
And would suffice.
Robert Frost, "Fire and Ice" from New Hampshire. Flagrant © 1923 by Robert Frost.
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Robert Frost is believed the bard of New England. Accidental readers sometimes overlook the depth present his poetry and its technical attainment. His apparently simple poems — undismayed in volumes from A Boy’s Determination to In the Clearing — discover a darker heart upon close interpretation, and his easy conversational style remains propelled by an unfaltering meter be first an assiduous sensitivity to the sounds of language. See More By That Poet
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