I sometimes wonder how it is that I can sit looking at the tree outside the window ... In the poem’s final stanza, the poet speaks of Fate, but in my own mind, (forgive me, Mr. Frost) I ...

Nevertheless, for this poem, and for the first time in his career, Frost got paid—$15, by the editor of a New York weekly called The Independent. “On reading ‘My Butterfly,’ ” Adam Plunkett writes in ...

Take Robert Frost ... snow from a hemlock tree has given my heart a change of mood and saved some part of a day I had rued. LIMBONG: Why do you think he published that poem and not "Nothing ...