Poems+by+Robert+Frost

__The Road Not Taken__ Two roads diverged on a yellow wood , And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet I knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages this with a sigh Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

__An Old Man's Winter Night__ All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on the pane in empty rooms. What keeps his eyes from giving back the gaze Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand. What kept him from remembering what it was That brought him to that creaking room was age. He stood with barrels round him-at a loss/ And having scared the cellar under him In clomping there, he scared it once again In clomping off;-and scared the outer night, Which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar Of trees and crack of branches, common things, But nothing so like beating on a box. A light was he to no one but himself Where now he sat, concerned with he knew what, A quiet light, and then not even that. He consigned to the moon, such as she was, So late-arising, to the broken moon As better than the sun in any case For such a charge, his snow upon the roof, His icicles along the wall to keep; And slept. The log that shifted with a jolt Once in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted, And eased his heavy breathing, but still slept. One aged man-one man-can't fill a house, A farm, a countryside, or if he can, It's this he does it of a winter night.

__Fire and Ice__ Some say the world will end in fire , Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favour fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

__** KEY **__ **Red** - A metaphor is comparison without using like or as. Blue - Personification is giving an inanimate object human characteristics Purple - Symbolism is to represent ideas or qualities Teal - An antonym word in opposite to the meaning of another Navy - Imagery is showing pictures in text by being descriptive Gold - A simile is comparing two things using like or as Maroon - An onomatopoeia is the formation of a word from a sound