What is this book about? Poems. That seems pretty self-explanatory so I won't get into the definition of that.
First Impressions? I loved it. Quick disclaimer here: I can't write poetry to save my life and I am certainly not a competent critic of this particular genre of literature. I loved it because I enjoy the music of words, and the easiest place to hear that is in poetry.
Every poem was remarkably different, but if I reviewed each one I would be here for a very, very long time. Instead, I will simply say that I greatly enjoyed Robert Frost's poems. His mastery of the English language is something that makes my writer's heart cry with joy. It was beautiful, and moving, and surprisingly funny. Robert Frost was a witty man, folks. There's no two ways about it.
I am, of course, a fierce lover of old writing. I find it far more beautiful than contemporary literature. Somehow in days gone by writers captured the music and power of words in ways that only a handful of authors seem to nowadays. Because of this, I was already inclined to like Frost's poems, and he certainly did not disappoint me.
Would I read this book again? All the time.
Would I recommend this book to others? Absolutely yes.