Robert Frost Quotes
''Once they came on a maple in a glade,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Maple."
Standing alone with smooth arms lifted up,
And every leaf of foliage she'd worn
Laid scarlet and pale pink about her feet.''
''Birch boughs enough piled everywhere!Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Pea Brush."
All fresh and sound from the recent ax.
Time someone came with cart and pair
And got them off the wild flowers' backs.''
''For, dear me, why abandon a beliefRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Black Cottage."
Merely because it ceases to be true.
Cling to it long enough, and not a doubt
It will turn true again, for so it goes.''
''But he sent her Good-by,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Last Word of a Bluebird (l. 15-20). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
And said to be good,
And wear her red hood,
And look for skunk tracks
In the snow with an ax
And do everything!''
''Out alone in the winter rain,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Thatch."
Intent on giving and taking pain.''
''He will be starting pretty late.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "America Is Hard to See."
He'll find that Asiatic state
Is about tired of being looted
While having its beliefs disputed.''
''Between the house and barn the galeRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Brown's Descent."
Got him by something he had on
And blew him out on the icy crust
That cased the world, and he was gone!''
''All those who try to go it sole alone,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Haec Fabula Docet."
Too proud to be beholden for relief,
Are absolutely sure to come to grief.''
''Your mother named you. You and she just sawRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Maple."
Each other in passing in the room upstairs,
One coming this way into life, and one
Going the other out of life you know?''
''Small good to anything growing wild,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Pea Brush."
They were crooking many a trillium
That had budded before the boughs were piled
And since it was coming up had to come.''
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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 ...
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.