Robert Frost Quotes
''You never saw this room before a show,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Housekeeper."
Full of lank, shivery, half-drowned birds
In separate coops, having their plumage done.
The smell of the wet feathers in the heat!''
''We've looked and looked, but after all where are we?Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Star-Splitter."
Do we know any better where we are,
And how it stands between the night tonight
And a man with a smoky lantern chimney?
How different from the way it ever stood?''
''You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's. He is more particular.... The father is always a Republican towards his son, and his mother's always a Democrat.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Writers at Work, Second Series, ed. George Plimpton (1963).
''I fail to see what fun, what satisfactionRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Reason."
A God can find in laughing at how badly
Men fumble at the possibilities....''
''"If he thinks all the fruit that grows wild is for him,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Blueberries."
He'll find he's mistaken...."''
''I dwell in a lonely house I knowRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Ghost House."
That vanished many a summer ago....''
''A Stranger came to the door at eve,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Love and a Question."
And he spoke the bridegroom fair.
He bore a green-white stick in his hand,
And, for all burden, care.''
''They listened at his heart.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Out, Out (l. 31-34). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Littlelessnothing!and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.''
''The mountain pushed us off her knees.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Birthplace."
And now her lap is full of trees.''
''But judging by what little of it stands,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Ingenuities of Debt."
Not even the ingenuities of debt
Could save it from its losses being met.''
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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.