salva's Reviews > Selected Poems

There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not left fall.

Frost’s poetry has been steadily refined with age. Though his earlier poems—and even some in A Boy’s Will—present a boring, even mindless formalism, he has been able to harness an elegant poetic voice in vernacular language that has discreet beauty and philosophical simplicity.
Poems from North of Boston or Mountain Interval showcase the poet at his best: every line is praise for the simple things in life and a capturing of their beauty. Various poems, some written like short stories in blank verse, show the poet’s imagination and constant sense of awe towards anything human. This view, so simply yet carefully expressed, is enough to reconsider the sublime of daily life.