Robert Frost is the quintessential American poet What's funny is that today a lot of poetry magazines wouldn't accept even his most famous poems since magazines nowadays have the "rhyming poetry not accepted" schtick. Say what? A poetry magazine not accepting rhymes? Sheesh!

All in all, Robert's life was no bed of roses even after he got to where he could earn a living from his poetry. And if you think Robert's poems are all icky-sweet wholesome Mom-Apple-Pie-And-The-American-Way stuff like "The Pasture", then read "Home Burial", both from North of Boston. Pret-ty spooky.