i am not a student of robert frost's work and tbh always kinda felt that it was kitschy americana but the more of it i read and study the more it seems like he was actually writing, like, cosmic horror a la lovecraft? all these poems are basically about solitude and mortality and the vast unknowable infinite void of the universe. if he'd thrown in a nyarlathotep and submitted to Weird Tales instead of Poetry there'd be a scifi award named after him