Robert Frost once wrote, “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.” These words are a profound testament to his courage for living.

Robert Frost went on when, at age eleven, he lost his father to tuberculosis. He went on when his mother succumbed to cancer at the young age of twenty-six. He went on when his younger sister died in a mental hospital. He went on when his wife, Elinor, suffered from cancer then died due to heart failure. He went on when he outlived four of the six children he fathered with Elinor.

Robert Frost gave us his gift of poetry. His words comfort and challenge, prompting us to seek a deeper understanding of how to live in a world that is in a state of constant change.
Recognized as one of the most popular 20th century poets, Robert Frost’s poetry includes themes of mortality and the human condition. His poetry captures his commitment to the arts and naturalism, and embodies his love for our world.

Robert Frost was the first poet to address a US Presidential Inauguration. He is one of only four individuals to have won four Pulitzer prizes for his poetry collections in 1924,1931,1937, and 1943.
Tonight I want to share Robert Frost’s poem, Asking for Roses. I invite you to recite along with me.

Asking for Roses by Robert Frost
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
With doors that none but the wind ever closes,
Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;
It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.
I pass by that way in the gloaming with Mary;
‘I wonder,’ I say, ‘who the owner of those is.
‘Oh, no one you know,’ she answers me airy,
‘But one we must ask if we want any roses.’
So we must join hands in the dew coming coldly
There in the hush of the wood that reposes,
And turn and go up to the open door boldly,
And knock to the echoes as beggars for roses.
‘Pray, are you within there, Mistress Who-were-you?’
’Tis Mary that speaks and our errand discloses.
‘Pray, are you within there? Bestir you, bestir you!
’Tis summer again; there’s two come for roses.
‘A word with you, that of the singer recalling—
Old Herrick: a saying that every maid knows is
A flower unplucked is but left to the falling,
And nothing is gained by not gathering roses.’
We do not loosen our hands’ intertwining
(Not caring so very much what she supposes),
There when she comes on us mistily shining
And grants us by silence the boon of her roses.
Beautiful poem, by Frost, on a beautiful subject, Rebecca, and all the better for your excellent recital!
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You are very kind, Jean-Jacques. Thank you for your encouragement and support of my poetry journey. I found these roses walking in a busy back lane, far away from the picturesque scene of a vacant cottage surrounded by roses. The roses were in their prime and beckoned me closer. There, with garbage cans on either side, the roses gave their best to passersby. Such a gracious plant, giving without asking for anything in return.
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I love Robert and your roses are gorgeous!
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So pleased that you joined Robert Frost and me on Sunday evening. Have a wonderful week, my friend.
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A most beautiful poem, Rebecca, and your rendition is lovely. So much pain in life but it highlights the good things and makes us appreciate our blessings. Patrick Bronte outlived all six of his children, how sad is that?
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Thank you, Robbie. I find that reading poetry in the evening has been a helpful meditative practice over the years, especially on Sunday evenings before heading into Monday’s rush. By the way, I am now the proud owner of your book of poetry, Robbie: Behind Closed Doors. Outliving you children is very very sad, indeed!
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Lovely poem, delivered beautifuly by you, Rebecca. I love Robert Frost x
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Thank you Polly for your heartwarming comments! A few years ago I started to recite poems to an empty room. The words came alive to me, jumping from wall to wall and encircling me with their profound messages. Then I went out to nature and recited poetry to the trees and crows. There is something about reading out loud, to hearing others read their poetry. Poetry builds strength and resilience!!!
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Absolutely lovely Rebecca and amazing how Robert Frost created beauty despite all the pain he must have experienced. Perhaps the pain does allow more of the appreciation of beauty.. I love roses and all flowers and cannot bear to see the outside of a house without them… My pots give me a reason to be outside looking after them most days.. very therapeutic..♥♥
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Thank you, Sally, for your lovely comments – made my day. I agree gardens, flowers, trees are therapeutic and seem to disengage us from the complexities of life, helping us see that simply being is enough. I also see a connection between creative endeavours and being close to nature. I love our conversations!!! Sending hugs and more hugs!
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I cannot imagine being without a garden.. an extension of the house even when raining..♥
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A wonderful tribute !
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Thank you, my friend. Your comments are very much appreciated, Rudi.
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How beautiful!
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I am so glad you enjoyed my recitation. The roses were magnificent weren’t they?
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Oh, he had promises to keep all right. i never knew his life so fraught with tragedy. I just know I love his words. Beautiful rendition.
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I didn’t know his background until my sister, Sarah, and I were discussing the poetry of Robert Frost. What you will find interesting is that by 1911 when Robert Frost was close to 40, he was discouraged. He had not published a single book of poems and had seen just a handful of his poems appear in magazines. He sold his farm and travelled to London, England to see if English publishers would be more receptive to his poetry. They were! Robert Frost worked hard and helped by the expatriate American poet Ezra Pound, within a year (1913) had published A Boy’s Will. And the rest is history. Why didn’t the American publishers see his potential? A very interesting thought….
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That is very interesting. I think I had read somewhere that he never had success early but I had no idea of all he went through in life, or that he came to London to get anywhere with his work. I wonder if styles of poetry are more appealing in one country than another. I mean i honestly thought he was English rather than American. He seems the fit for over here tin some ways.
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A wonderful Robert Frost poem, and you recited it beautifully amid gorgeous imagery, Rebecca. I didn’t realize Frost had suffered so much devastating tragedy during a life that gifted the world with so much memorable poetry.
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Sarah and I were discussing Robert Frost’s poetry several months ago and decided to view his biography. How could he write so eloquently of profound moments, events and yet speak so clearly without any false sentimentality. His life was not for the faint of heart and yet there was no hint of regret in his poetry. This is the poem that I would like to recite, but I confess that am intimidated.
“Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.”
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Oh, Rebecca, your voice reciting is absolutely gorgeous. I loved the sound of RF poem as it was delivered by your reading. Thank you so much! Many hugs!
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I am so pleased that you listened in, Marina. Thank you for you heartwarming comments which will begin my week with an exuberant lift. Thinking of you especially in the heat. This has been a most unusual summer. Sending many many hugs back your way.
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Thank you, my dearest Rebecca. Your voice was a pleasant cool breeze in the middle of our heat wave! Today is worse! Many more hugs back to you!
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I am very worried for you. I looked at the temperature forecast for Athens. Please take care.
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Thank you, my dear friend. We are getting used to it. Just a few more days they say. I just hope for some wind [after all fires are gone] so that our skies clear.
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A great poem! Honestly, when I think of him, it will remind me of one of the Simon&Garfunkel: The Dangling Conversation…
And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measures what we’ve lost
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An excellent thought Aladin!
“Yes, we speak of things that matter
With words that must be said
“Can analysis be worthwhile?”
“Is the theater really dead?”
Thank you for joining the conversation!!!
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Lovely, Rebecca… ❤
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Thank you, Bette! I enjoy reciting poetry in the morning as well as in the evening. Thank you for being a poet.
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Poor Robert Frost to lose everyone he ever loved. Your rendition of his poem is, as always, beautiful Rebecca- you have such a wonderful vocal quality, you bring everything alive.
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Paul – your encouragement is always very much welcomed and appreciated. Robert Frost has touched the hearts of many who have experienced sorrow. And, in our existence, there is always a thread of sorrow and grief. Perhaps it is the depths of these emotions that allows us to recognize the beauty and fragility of life. Robert Frost says it better than I can: “A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
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Beautiful poem, video and recitation. So much Beauty is there for the taking if we but only ask. I can’t imagine Frost’s sorrows but have little doubt he must have wrestled against and for hope.
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How very well said, Mary Jo – “beauty is there for the taking but it we but only ask.” These roses were located in the most inauspicious place, between garbage cans on an back alley. The bloomed despite their location and maybe because of their location that gave so much more. I was walking quickly to meet up with Don and Frances and had no intention of stopping. And then, the roses were there, masses of them. I never asked for roses that day, but the roses found me, a reminder that beauty is always around us. Sending many hugs.
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Robert Frost is a favorite poet of mine – being from New England I know many of his poems.This one is new to me and I think it’s charming and dreamy!
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I had never heard of “Asking for Roses” until I received a e-mail form The Academy of American Poets. I subscribe to their Poem-a-Day newsletter. Poetry is a great way to begin and end my day. Thank you for stopping by and reciting the poem with me, Meg. Very much appreciated!
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The poem “Asking for roses” is absolutely wonderful . Your reading of it makes it even more alive. So nice to hear your voice. Thanks Rebecca.
Miriam
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Thank you for joining Robert Frost and me among the roses. I appreciate your kind and encouraging comments. I love reciting poetry out loud. The words become real, tangible, igniting creative thought.
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Thank you, Rebecca for this poem, so full of beauty and wisdom. Your lovely video of roses is delightful. I remember you and Sarah’s discussion and it is so good when sisters have many of the same interests. I have read some of the many comments, and was glad to see the interest that your selection of this poem created in many. I have reflected on the life’s experiences of this poet, and am impressed by his courage and positive response. Truly a beautiful poem and your beautiful reading of it makes it easy to recall.
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Dear Ms. Frances – I love reciting Robert Frost’s poetry. Best of all, there are so many wonderful poems I have yet to discover. I enjoyed Sarah’s and my conversation on Robert Frost’s poetry. She has a marvelous way of expressing her thoughts.
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Such a poignant poem, and oh, those roses . . . I can smell their sweet fragrance.
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The idea of a young couple approaching an abandoned home that had once been vibrant with people living within its walls was a profound contrast for me. Only the flowers remained to remember the voices, laughter, tears of the past. Thank you so much for stopping by and smelling the roses! Hugs!
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You’re most welcome, Rebecca!
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A beautiful rendition of a beautiful poem.
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Thank you so much for your encouraging comments, Jo. Very much appreciated.
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Thank you for such beauty to start my morning. 🌹
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I am so glad that we have entered another day, together, Julie! Sending hugs!
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So much tragedy in his life; it’s no wonder that his poems are so poignant. This one is beautiful, Rebecca. What a lovely scene it paints. Thanks for the wonderful share. ❤
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Thank you Diana for joining Robert and me by a rose bush in a back lane. I agree – when we experience such tragedies, something is unlocked deep inside us. When I read poetry, there are times I simply stop because the emotions held in the words is too powerful. Sending hugs!
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I love poetry that resonates and evokes emotion. What’s so interesting to me is it can do that without being explicit. My favorite poets describe an ordinary scene and all of a sudden I can’t breathe.
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I know exactly what you mean. You reminded me of one of my favourite quotes by Collette : (and you know I love quotes). “It’s so curious: one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer… and everything collapses.”
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Wonderful quote!
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I read about Robert Frost’s life. It touched me. There were so many insights, reflections, and subtle emotions behind his written words. Your voice brought his poem to life. Thank you for reading, Rebecca! ❤
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I am looking forward to our discussion on poetry, Miriam. Some things can only be said or written in the form of a poem. Thank you so much for joining Robert and me in the rose garden.
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A beautiful poem, and what a tragic life that man endured. Is it any wonder he wrote. ❤
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Thank you for your visit Debby and for your comments. I agree wholeheartedly – I think that poetry was his salvation.
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❤
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Beautiful – both the poetry and the roses.
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Thank you, Mary. I am delighted that we are connected!!!
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Me too 🙂
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A perfect poem you certainly bought those roses and the words to life …Just beautiful, Rebecca 🙂 x
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I am so happy you joined Robert and me in a North Vancouver back lane surrounded by the sounds of a busy street. Isn’t it interesting that when you are in the most complex of circumstances, the sight of roses gives respite and set the world back in order. Sending hugs back!
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Absolutely , Rebecca roses always remind me of my fathers beautiful rose garden 🙂 x
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I adore this poem!
Robert Frost’s rose is a gem,
And you with your reading,
Have cut the stem and
Given this bloom a setting.
Beautifully done, Rebecca!
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Thank you Resa! I was remembering by your “rose” post to Holly!! Hugs!
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❤ I felt you were! 🌹
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Encore… Encore…
A wonderful recital, Rebecca; I was lost to the words and your beautiful rendition.
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You are too kind, Carolyn. Thank you for your support, encouragement and presence in our blogging community. Robert Frost knows how to reach deep into our hearts and remind us to live boldly, with purpose and compassion. Sending many hugs!
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Beautiful click
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Many thanks!!!
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