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.

I chose the poem Stars by Robert Frost because I love the stars and being outside at night just staring up at them makes me feel like I'm in a whole other world.  I like the natural beauty they give when you look at them and the many different stories that constellations can tell.  One literary device that Frost uses in this poem is simile.  He writes "Which flows in shapes as tall as tress." This means that the stars are so far away they are tall like trees.