Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

A Time To Talk - Poem by Robert Frost

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
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Comments about A Time To Talk by Robert Frost

  • (1/10/2018 5:51:00 AM)

    Nice poem, I liked the words, yeah. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/8/2018 11:36:00 PM)

    please sent me poem about time (Report) Reply

  • (12/14/2017 3:58:00 AM)

    Thanks for your help for making me smile (Report) Reply

  • (11/27/2017 12:17:00 PM)

    I love your poems.
    I realy want to meat you.
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  • Alex Sarich (3/4/2017 2:53:00 PM)

    i also wish Robert Frost was still alive. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (12/24/2016 3:39:00 PM)

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    there is always time to talk and listen (Report) Reply

  • (11/24/2016 8:03:00 PM)

    (Time To Talk by Robert Frost.) **Poem holds an important moral for all. (Report) Reply

  • (3/14/2016 12:18:00 AM)

    Taking life in it's stride is no doubt an art and the same principle has been beautifully displayed in this nice poem. (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (3/11/2015 9:35:00 AM)

    Poet say beautifully that I am not among them who kills the time uselessly, simply I will not waste, yeah it is right the I may walk far to visit a friend for useful work, talking and wasting the time is not liked by the poet yet he is interested to destroy the weed (Report) Reply

  • Mark Arvizu (2/19/2015 9:33:00 AM)

    People are always more important than things (Report) Reply

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  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (11/12/2013 10:17:00 AM)

    Oh how I wish we lived in times like these
    Not too busy to exchange a word or two
    With friends on horses passing by
    Under the lazy sun and a sky ever blue.....

    I welcome all to my page too for your valuable comments please
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    Edmund Strolis (10/6/2015 5:32:00 PM)

    Oh my, it is not a matter of time but place. Reading this poem I was thinking of the community here in central Michigan. The Amish wagon slowing to a crawl, a laugh and small talk, a pat on the side of the horses sweaty neck. These places exist, they are reality it is only when we lose community and become anonymous to one another that we stop waving to one another. We take the time to talk and then return to the quiet scraping of the hoe and wipe our brow.

  • (4/11/2013 5:29:00 PM)

    Awsome PoemMr. Frost (Report) Reply

  • (4/29/2012 1:07:00 AM)

    For me, the poem, A Time to Talk, reminds of the simplicity of ole-time hospitality in its many forms. Thank you Mr. Frost. (Report) Reply

  • (4/10/2010 3:22:00 AM)

    Culturally speaking and in orderly friendly manner, this poem really shows it. Like sometimes you we only do things by looking at body language or actions of people then you can actually know the people's mind. I really love this poem (Report) Reply

  • (9/1/2009 7:03:00 AM)

    This beautiful poem reminds us of the gentle pace of life - a time lost to all of us when friendships were pure and selfless (Report) Reply

  • (6/16/2009 10:30:00 PM)

    What I love about this is the leisurely pace of life. It's from another time, isn't it?

    I like how it's implied that he doesn't answer to every call, but he chooses to spend some time with this friend. And how they choose not to interrupt him, and gracefully indicate that they have something new to share, if he cares to talk now. They don't even ask, because that would oblige him to refuse. It's a lovely, graceful interaction.
    The friend is a friend probably because of this tact?

    As I read this, the passing friend is not just any old demanding, spiteful or cranky neighbour passing by. The friend has first paused to see what he is engaged with, doesn't even ask, but shows a willingness to talk. You have the feeling that the friend knows how to use the same tools, and can assess how busy, or not, he is, don't you?
    Yet the friend doesn't make a judgement, but waits to see if their news is welcome... I guess they bring out the best in each other when they meet.

    It's left open for him to accept or carry on working. I think of how the work he's doing could only be done before the natural light fades. I picture the friend passing by and seeing that he is not working frantically. Assessing that he might have time to spare, and maybe share, with that friend.

    I love how the friend looks first, then shows with his or her actions that they would welcome conversation.

    It's so different from now. We ring people and we can't see what they are busy with. We can't see the shape of their plough, or the scope of their challenges. Do we pick up on signals, or imagine the situations of others any better as a result?

    Most of us have been trained not to 'shout from where I am, What is it? '
    But the professionally friendly way we answer every call doesn't tell anyone how we are doing, or what we are doing, or what our pressures, or areas of ignorance are.

    Usually the people who have most time to waste ring the ones who can't talk right now, and they don't realise that others have less time. You have to take the time to explain that you can talk later, but after dark.
    It's so removed from the world of this poem.

    It seems to me that this poem is about people who live in daylight, and have so much in common that they are familiar with each others cues and yet observe a wonderful, civilised courtesy towards each other regardless, extending choices and options to each other regularly. A mellow time.

    'there is a time to talk... And plod'
    Not sure if it was better to plod through a shorter life, and be known better!
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  • (3/28/2009 10:38:00 AM)

    Frost was a master of simplicity....this poem is an excellent example of that...taking time to talk to a neighbor or anyone when one feels an urgency to complete a task is not so simple though or easy..the poem speaks to me about priorities and values (Report) Reply

  • (4/23/2008 10:25:00 PM)

    You have to take into account the slowing of the friend's horse...otherwise a friendly how do you do and a wave could suffice. But the neighbor slows his journey, whatever his task was about in order to chat, and thus it should be a time to talk for you as well, no matter the workload yet unfinished, because the work will still be there 20 min later, whereas the friend/or even stranger may not... (Report) Reply

  • (9/20/2007 10:02:00 PM)

    this poem is about finding time to spend a few moments out of our busy schedule to be with our friends and loved ones.

    also, to be nice and make new friends.
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