Robert Frost Quotes
''So she looked for herself, as everyoneRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Maple."
Looks for himself, more or less outwardly.''
''They were pipes of pagan mirth,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Pan With Us."
And the world had found new terms of worth.
He laid him down on the sunburned earth
And raveled a flower and looked away.
Play? Play? What should he play?''
''These doorsteps seldom have a visitor.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Black Cottage."
The warping boards pull out their own old nails
With none to tread and put them in their place.''
''There was an old, old house renewed with paint,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Investment."
And in it a piano loudly playing.''
''She had to lean away.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Subverted Flower (l. 30-34). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
She dared not stir a foot,
Lest movement should provoke
The demon of pursuit
That slumbers in a brute.''
''Satan, what ails you? Where's the famous tongue?Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Reason."
Thou onetime Prince of Conversationists?''
''For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Bond and Free."
''This saying good-by on the edge of the darkRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Good-by and Keep Cold."
And the cold to an orchard so young in the bark
Reminds me of all that can happen to harm
An orchard away at the end of the farm....''
''Her teacher's certainty it must be MabelRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Maple."
Made Maple first take notice of her name.
She asked her father and he told her, "Maple
Maple is right."''
''No one was anxious to get rid of Paul.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Paul's Wife."
He'd been the hero of the mountain camps
Ever since, just to show them, he had slipped
The bark of a whole tamarack off whole....''
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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