Robert Frost Quotes
''And then I know of no better wayRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Times Table."
To close a road, abandon a farm,
Reduce the births of the human race,
And bring back nature in people's place.''
''And of course there must be something wrongRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Minor Bird."
In wanting to silence any song.''
''It must have looked as if the courseRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Brown's Descent."
He steered was really straight away
From that which he was headed for
Not much concerned for them, I say;
No more so than became a man
And politician at odd seasons.''
''I can but wonder whenceRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Happiness Makes Up in Height for What It Lacks in Length."
I get the lasting sense
Of so much warmth and light.''
''Afterward I went past what you had passedRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Meeting and Passing."
Before we met, and you what I had passed.''
''And offered her a home to rest awhileRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Place for a Third."
Before she went the poor man's widow's way,
Housekeeping for the next man out of wedlock.''
''"... War is for everyone, for children too.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Bonfire."
I wasn't going to tell you and I mustn't.
The best way is to come uphill with me
And have our fire and laugh and be afraid."''
''One age is like another for the soul.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Lesson for Today."
''"One thought in agony of strifeRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Trial by Existence."
The bravest would have by for friend,
The memory that he chose the life ..."''
''I have wished a bird would fly away,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Minor Bird."
And not sing by my house all day....''
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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 ...
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.