Robert Frost as a Poet

I love Frost's poetry, all of them full of mystery with an underline of irony. I find some to have a precision of mockery, in a sense, of how people view their world, while others hold a fantastical outlook on life. An example of each of these instances is "Mending Wall" versus "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." "Mending Wall" retains an implication that society is very much separated and we have this idea in our minds that "Good fences make good neighbors," when in actuality, we are only restricting the connections that we have with other people. "And set the wall between us once again. We keep the wall between us as we go." Then, as if making a transition into another thought, Frost writes "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" and breaks away from reality. The carriage man in the text seems to want to go into the woods as a means to escape his duties of life, as he stops to admire his beautiful environment. Frost's simplicity leaves no limitation on the imagination that can be conjured in this poem, and this is one of the many elements I love about his work. Also, his poetry is diverse, each with its own flavor and feeling. I admire how he writes of other views as well, and incorporates them with his own, such as in the "Mending Wall." If I had to recommend a poet from this particular era, it would be Robert Frost due to his creativity and variation.