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Robert Frost reads his poetry

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

Oír el disco completo

     The road not taken texto
     The pasture
     After apple-picking
     The tuft of flowers
     My november guest
     Acquainted with the night
     Tree at my window
     West-running brook
     Death of a hired man
     The witch of Coos
     Mending wall
     One more brevity
     A considerable speck
     Why wait for science
     Provide, provide
     One step backward taken
     Choose something like a star
     Happiness makes up in height


Robert Frost

The road not taken

Two roads diverged in 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 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 and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.