Robert Frost Quotes
''We reflectedRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Star-Splitter."
If one by one we counted people out
For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long
To get so we had no one left to live with,
For to be social is to be forgiving.''
''It's God.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Reason."
I'd know Him by Blake's picture anywhere.
Now what's He doing?''
''We took one look round,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Blueberries."
Then sank out of sight like trolls underground....''
''They are tireless folk, but slow and sadRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Ghost House."
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad
With none among them that ever sings....''
''But whether or not a man was askedRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Love and a Question."
To mar the love of two
By harboring woe in the bridal house,
The bridegroom wished he knew.''
''The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yardRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Out, Out (l. 1-3). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.''
''"There are bees in this wall." He struck the clapboards,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Black Cottage."
Fierce heads looked out; small bodies pivoted.
We rose to go. Sunset blazed on the windows.''
''TAKE CARE TO SELL YOUR HORSE BEFORE HE DIESRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Ingenuities of Debt."
THE ART OF LIFE IS PASSING LOSSES ON.''
''Wind goes from farm to farm in wave on wave,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Strong Are Saying Nothing."
But carries no cry of what is hoped to be.
There may be little or much beyond the grave,
But the strong are saying nothing until they see.''
''I had to prosper good and punish evil.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Reason."
You changed all that. You set me free to reign.
You are the Emancipator of your God,
And as such I promote you to a saint.''
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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