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''You never saw this room before a show,
Full of lank, shivery, half-drowned birds
In separate coops, having their plumage done.
The smell of the wet feathers in the heat!''
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Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Housekeeper."
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We've looked and looked, but after all where are we?
Do we know any better where we are,
And how it stands between the night tonight
And a man with a smoky lantern chimney?
How dif...
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Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Star-Splitter."
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''You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's. He is more particular.... The father is always a Republican towards his son, and his mother's always a Democrat.''
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Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Writers at Work, Second Series, ed. George Plimpton (1963).
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''I fail to see what fun, what satisfaction
A God can find in laughing at how badly
Men fumble at the possibilities....''
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Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Reason."
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''"If he thinks all the fruit that grows wild is for him,
He'll find he's mistaken...."''
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Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Blueberries."
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''I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago....''
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Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Ghost House."
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''A Stranger came to the door at eve,
And he spoke the bridegroom fair.
He bore a green-white stick in his hand,
And, for all burden, care.''
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Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Love and a Question."
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''They listened at his heart.
Little—less—nothing!—and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.''
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Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Out, Out (l. 31-34). . .
The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
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''The mountain pushed us off her knees.
And now her lap is full of trees.''
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Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Birthplace."
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''But judging by what little of it stands,
Not even the ingenuities of debt
Could save it from its losses being met.''
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Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Ingenuities of Debt."
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The Need of Being Versed in Country
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The house had gone to bring again
To the midnight sky a sunset glow.
Now the chimney was all of the house that stood,
Like a pistil after the petals go.
The barn opposed across the way,
That would have joined the house in flame
Had it been the will of the wind, was left
To bear forsaken the place's name.
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