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''You live by writing
Your poems on a farm and call that farming.''
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Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Build Soil."
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''"If you do!" She was opening the door wider.
"Where do you mean to go? First tell me that.
I'll follow and bring you back by force. I will!"''
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Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Home Burial."
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''I only hope that when I am free,
As they are free, to go in quest
Of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life
It may not seem better to me to rest.''
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Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Misgiving."
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''Where have those flowers and butterflies all gone
That science may have staked the future on?
He seems to say the reason why so much
Should come to nothing must be fairly faced.....''
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Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Pod of the Milkweed."
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As far as I can see, this autumn haze
That spreading in the evening air both ways
Makes the new moon look anything but new
And pours the elm-tree meadow full of blue,
Is all the sm...
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Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Cocoon."
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''A poem ... begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.... It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.''
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Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. letter, Jan. 1, 1916, to poet and anthologist Louis Untermeyer. The Letters of Robert Frost to Louis Untermeyer (...
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''Already determined dawn began to lay
In place across a cloud the slender ray
For prying beneath and forcing the lids of sight,
And loosing the pent-up music of overnight.''
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Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Valley's Singing Day."
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No one would know except for ancient maps
That such a brook ran water. But I wonder
If from its being kept forever under,
The thoughts may not have risen that so keep
This new-buil...
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Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Brook in the City."
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''There was never naught,
There was always thought.''
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Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Never Naught Song."
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As long as lightly all their livelong sessions,
Like a yardful of schoolboys out at recess
Before their plays and games were organized,
They yelling mix tag, hide-and-seek, hopscotch,
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Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Build Soil."
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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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