Favorite Robert Frost Poem

Stars

    HOW countlessly they congregate
    O'er our tumultuous snow,
    Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
    When wintry winds do blow!—
    As if with keenness for our fate,
    Our faltering few steps on
    To white rest, and a place of rest
    Invisible at dawn,—
    And yet with neither love nor hate,
    Those stars like some snow-white
    Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
    Without the gift of sight.

This poem was one of my favorites because I often find myself looking up at the sky and just getting lost in the stars. A few of the literary devices in this poem that I noticed were Imagery (visual, auditory, tactile), Symbol, Simile, Personification and Defamiliarization.