Robert Frost a Reflection

Robert Frost...A Reflection No matter corporeal essence of Robert Frost bid adieu from temporal plain approximately five and fifty plus years ague, his rediscovered spiritual omnipresence suffuses anew mine gnarly feeble exegesis denounce-able, deplorable, and despicable hue Morris legacy of Robert Frost, who nonetheless (auld choke king aside) doth rank as irreproachable amidst pantheon of deceased great poets, you would agree, unless familiarity already yar aware how the New England vantage point (approximately three quarters of a century) in the past his (WMGK) magic doth blare infusing and injecting a much needed cheer full dose of dare... ring ling lee, (I spout je nais sais quois) in my attempt to be poetically debonair (the only French known to me) in an effort to endear homage Robert Frost, he whose flair with words defy accolades and brilliance doth glare with blinding profundity here to fore lamentable, impossible, and feeble attempt to emulate, a immortal one man brand amidst pantheon of August American poets, the depth of, his writings doth expand lovingly justifiably ineluctably historically gently fanned this nonpareil poetic king, whose status grand which feeble, ignoble, and laughable attempted hand (spurred by facilitator at "All Poetry" website) island did this impossibly elusive task, thus admit admission aye feel duff feet head to write letting words flit to and fro, hither and yon, that bind like true grit with that esprit de corps cerebral impact that doth gently hit ice suppose said task would be a breeze to an Innit where he/she, would immediately synchronize unlike myself, who whiz not up to this task, as yukon up prize thy dog gone ruff hewn effort - no (Chuck Norris) lies attested as wretched - to by any gallivanting guys hence aye desperately axis allies!