Robert Frost Quotes
''The kind of UnitarianRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Mercy."
Who having by elimination got
From many gods to Three, and Three to One,
Thinks why not taper off to none at all.''
''The birch begins to crack its outer sheathRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Young Birch."
Of baby green and show the white beneath....''
''They must have seen ahead what now appears:Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "For John F. Kennedy His Inauguration."
They would bring empires down about our ears
And by the example of our Declaration
Make everybody want to be a nation.''
''Don't discount our powers;Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Kitty Hawk."
We have made a pass
At the infinite,''
''But with one step backward takenRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "One Step Backward Taken."
I saved myself from going.
A world torn loose went by me.''
''By measure. It was word and note,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Aim Was Song."
The wind the wind had meant to be
A little through the lips and throat.
The aim was song the wind could see.''
''Nobody was ever meantRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Hardship of Accounting (l. 3-5). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
To remember or invent
What he did with every cent.''
''"... You can hear the small buzz saws whine, the big sawRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Self-Seeker."
Caterwaul to the hills around the village
As they both bite the wood. It's all our music.
One ought as a good villager to like it.
No doubt it has a sort of prosperous sound,
And it's our life."
"Yes, when it's not our death."''
''... in this air of withering sweetness ...''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Waiting."
''... everyone developingRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Mercy."
A language of his own to write his book in,
And one to cap the climax by combining
All language in a one-man tongue-confusion.''
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The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come ...
We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone find us really out.
'Tis pity if the case require
(Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The understanding of a friend.