After the two poems I read from Edgar Lee Masters, I don't think I had much to say.  They were written about a person, maybe a historical figure, in somewhat of a memoir.  "Hamilton Greene", seemed almost like a mockery of the person.  I liked these poems okay, they just felt random and left me sort of confused.  Unlike Frost's poetry, which I thoroughly enjoyed, Masters' seemes to write more precisely and directly.  Robert Frost's poems seem extremely metaphorical.  In "After Apple Picking", which was my favorite one, the apples are a metaphor for something.  I believe that the "apples" are to be perceived to each individual seperately.  I thought maybe the apples were representing women and the "pane of glass" he was looking through was maybe describing him as shallow. The line where he says, "there were ten thousand fruit to touch/cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall..." seemed to be a consideration to stop sleeping around or womanizing and settle down. The sleep could describe his relationship status.  "The Road Not Taken", is also very metaphorical, subliminally telling the reader that one should make a new path for oneself and not conform to certain "go with the flow" aspects.  Sandberg and Robinson's poetry I enjoyed reading but Robert Frost's style and content was what I particularly enjoyed.