An English critic (A. Alvarez in The Shaping Spirit, 1958) has this to say about Frost's present reputation in England:

Alvarez, perhaps unwittingly, gives the impression (which I do not share) that Frost's poetry is widely read in England. But otherwise this implicit placing of Frost (‘country poetry, simple language and simple wisdom’) in a familiar minor niche does, I think, convey a true account of Frost's actual standing here. His reputation is based, it would seem, on a handful of well-known anthology pieces. ‘Everyone’ knows ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’, just as ‘everyone’ knows Masefield's ‘Cargoes’, but that is not enough to put either poet in a context of active discussion. My own impression, for what it is worth, is that if Frost is mentioned at all, it is as a worthy but dull poet of about the rank of Masefield. And if this patronising attitude is accompanied by a more sympathetic note, that may derive from the memory of America's unofficial poet laureate as a white-haired old man pathetically inaudible at John F. Kennedy's presidential inauguration.