Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Robert Frost Quotes

  • ''It is blue-butterfly day here in spring....''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Blue-Butterfly Day."
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  • ''A note as from a single place,
    A slender tinkling fall that made
    Now drops that floated on the pool
    Like pearls, and now a silver blade.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Going for Water."
  • ''For I thought Epicurus and Lucretius
    By Nature meant the Whole Goddam Machinery.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Lucretius Versus the Lake Poets."
  • ''Pan came out of the woods one day
    His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray....''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Pan With Us."
  • ''She had some art of hearing and yet not
    Hearing the latter wisdom of the world.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Black Cottage."
  • ''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 stamp
    Is reserved for the bed of a few selected seed.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Strong Are Saying Nothing."
  • ''She's a woman: she's not interested
    In general ideas and principles.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Reason."
  • ''At least I will not have it systematic.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Boeotian."
  • ''The well was dry beside the door,
    And so we went with pail and can
    Across the fields behind the house
    To seek the brook if still it ran....''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Going for Water."

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Best Poem of Robert Frost

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 ...

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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

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