Robert Frost

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

Robert Frost Quotes

  • ''Yankees are what they always were.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Brown's Descent."
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  • ''I had a glimpse through curtain laces
    Of youthful forms and youthful faces.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Good Hours."
  • ''A name with meaning could bring up a child,
    Taking the child out of the parents' hands.
    Better a meaningless name, I should say,
    As leaving more to nature and happy chance.
    Name children some names and see what you do.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Maple."
  • ''To drive Paul out of any lumber camp
    All that was needed was to say to him,
    "How is the wife, Paul?" and he'd disappear.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Paul's Wife."
  • ''(Nothing could draw her after those two sons.
    She valued the considerate neglect
    She had at some cost taught them after years.)''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Black Cottage."
  • ''Then now is the chance for the flowers
    That can't stand mowers and plowers.
    It must be now, though, in season
    Before the not mowing brings trees on....''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Last Mowing."
  • ''The light was what it was all about:
    I would not go in till the light went out;
    It would not go out till I came in.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Thatch."
  • ''He had been given to behold
    The race's future trial place,
    A fresh start for the human race.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "America Is Hard to See."
  • ''But now he snapped his eyes three times;
    Then shook his lantern, saying, "He's
    'Bout out!" and took the long way home
    By road, a matter of several miles.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Brown's Descent."
  • ''I turned and repented, but coming back
    I saw no window but that was black.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Good Hours."

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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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Come In

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.

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