Robert Frost. One of my favourite poets. Also one of the most commonly misinterpreted poets. It bugs me when people take the expression “good fences make good neighbors” from the poem Mending Wall literally, when Robert Frost was in fact making the opposite point.
Or that people read The Road Not Taken and think that taking the road “less travelled” actually makes a difference, when it is clear that Robert Frost ascribes the whimsy of fate to the result of one’s decisions.
Swinger of Birches, is a great poem, too. Reminds me of my carefree youth in Canada.