Robert Frost Quotes
''It is blue-butterfly day here in spring....''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Blue-Butterfly Day."
''A note as from a single place,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Going for Water."
A slender tinkling fall that made
Now drops that floated on the pool
Like pearls, and now a silver blade.''
''For I thought Epicurus and LucretiusRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Lucretius Versus the Lake Poets."
By Nature meant the Whole Goddam Machinery.''
''Pan came out of the woods one dayRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Pan With Us."
His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray....''
''She had some art of hearing and yet notRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Black Cottage."
Hearing the latter wisdom of the world.''
''Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Ingenuities of Debt," The Poetry of Robert Frost (1979).
''The final flat of the hoe's approval stampRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Strong Are Saying Nothing."
Is reserved for the bed of a few selected seed.''
''She's a woman: she's not interestedRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Reason."
In general ideas and principles.''
''At least I will not have it systematic.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Boeotian."
''The well was dry beside the door,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Going for Water."
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran....''
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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 ...
A Time To Talk
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
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall