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"No, the five hundred was the sum they named
To pay the doctor's bill and tide me over.
It's that or fight, and I don't want to fight
I just want to get settled in my life...."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Self-Seeker." |
"I go to school to youth to learn the future."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "What Fifty Said." |
"I want to ask You if it stands to reason
That women prophets should be burned as witches,
Whereas men prophets are received with honor."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Reason." |
"But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm"
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Birches (l. 21-22). . .
The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt. |
"What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "For Once, Then, Something." |
"Of all crimes the worst
Is to steal the glory
From the great and brave,
Even more accursed
Than to rob the grave."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Kitty Hawk." |
"The earth had a single light afar,
A flickering, human pathetic light,
That was maintained against the night,
It seemed to me, by the people there,
With a Godforsaken brute despair."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "On the Heart's Beginning to Cloud the Mind." |
"It was the bad ax-helve someone had sold me
"Made on machine," he said, plowing the grain
With thick thumbnail to show how it ran
Across the handle's long-drawn serpentine,
Like the two strokes across a dollar sign."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Ax-Helve." |
""... She thinks if it was bad to live with him,
It must be right to leave him."
"Which is wrong!"
"Yes, but he should have married her."
"I know.""
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Housekeeper." |
"She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when a sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,"
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Silken Tent (l. 1-3). . .
The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt. |
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