|The Road Not Taken
|Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
|Fire and Ice
I love the poetry of Robert Frost for two reasons, mainly.
1. I understand him.
2. The literary snobs don’t like him.
When you ask a literary snob why he doesn’t like Robert Frost you might hear, “He is too insistent on his subject matter.” Or “his vulgarity detracts from the high seriousness of poetry.” And then you might fall asleep.
I’m like, Dude! Once you’re on a postage stamp, you’re there. You know?