Alas, when I looked up some of his poetry, I happened upon some with which I've been unfamiliar, and with which I'd have preferred to remain unfamiliar, depressing as they were.
So I thought that left me with The Road Less Travelled, and not much else, until I looked again today and realized how much I like, not the subject matter particularly, but the form of this Frost poem Kerry used as an illustration.
I love the way Frost has somehow made light of a scary proposition, and played with his couplets as well.
Ma told me woman's place is toil
With pots to boil
And clothes to wash for man and child
She said I'd work until my brain
Would pray for rain
And then recant, for rain would mean
The crops would grow and in between
The rows, the weeds
Will fast outgrow our planted seeds
Unless I pull them, on my knees,
And God won't listen to my pleas
To make them stop
Before I drop
Kay Davies, March, 2014