Robert Frost Quotes
''"A man has got to keep his extrication.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "From Plane to Plane."
The important thing is not to get bogged down
In what he has to do to earn a living...."''
''When we locked up the house at night,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Locked Out."
We always locked the flowers outside
And cut them off from window light.''
''The rangey bough anticipated fruitRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Our Singing Strength."
With snowballs cupped in every opening bud.
The road alone maintained itself in mud....''
''Some mistake had been madeRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Bad Island Easter."
No book can explain,
Some change in the law
That nobody saw
Except as a gain.''
''"... he's helplessRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Housekeeper."
In ways that I can hardly tell you of.
Sometimes he gets possessed to keep accounts
To see where all the money goes so fast.
You know how men will be ridiculous.
But it's just fun the way he gets bedeviled
If he's untidy now, what will he be?"''
''"You know Orion always comes up sideways.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Star-Splitter."
Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains,
And rising on his hands...."''
''The mind is not the heart.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Wild Grapes."
I may yet live, as I know others live,
To wish in vain to let go with the mind
Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me
That I need learn to let go with the heart.''
''The test is always how we treat the poor.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Reason."
''" ...He spoke to his wife in the door, 'Let me see,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Blueberries."
Mame, we don't know any good berrying place?'
It was all he could do to keep a straight face."''
''"That's where I reckon Santa Claus comes inRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "From Plane to Plane."
To be our parents' pseudonymity
In Christmas giving, so they can escape
The thanks and let him catch it as a scapegoat...."''
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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 ...
After Apple Picking
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still.
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.
I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight