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It's a little unconventional, but my favorite Frost poem has to be wind and window flower.

When I think of the man, I recite:

She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.

Even though many other poems are immensely popular, hell, I have fire and ice memorize ten million times better than wind and window flower, but when I read wind and window flower, there is such a helpless sad feeling, like grasping love when you can before it's gone.

Morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away

There is just such a romantic flow to his words. You can't help but to read it and love it and memorize it, if only partially.