Robert Frost Quotes
''The rain to the wind said,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Lodged."
"You push and I'll pelt."''
''The road became a channel running flocksRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Our Singing Strength."
Of glossy birds like ripples over rocks.''
''The telescope at one end of his beat,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Bear."
And at the other end the microscope....''
''"... John's no threatenerRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Housekeeper."
Like some menfolk. No one's afraid of him;
All is, he's made up his mind not to stand
What he has got to stand."''
''Often he bid me come and have a lookRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Star-Splitter."
Up the brass barrel, velvet black inside,
At a star quaking in the other end.''
''It is getting dark and time he drew to a house,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Willful Homing."
But the blizzard blinds him to any house ahead.
The storm gets down his neck in any icy souse
That sucks his breath like a wicked cat in bed.''
''Deliver us from committees.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Reason."
''"Who cares what they say? It's a nice way to live,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Blueberries."
Just taking what Nature is willing to give,
Not forcing her hand with harrow and plow."''
''Let's holler and ask him if he won't prescribeRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "From Plane to Plane."
For all humanity a complete rest
From all this wagery. But what's the use
Of asking any sympathy of him?
That class of people don't know what work is....''
''A brush had left a crooked strokeRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter."
Of what was either cloud or smoke
From north to south across the blue;
A piercing little star was through.''
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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 ...
As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music -- hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.