Robert Frost Quotes
''He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. peot. Mending Wall (l. 27). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
''The sister's faceRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Place for a Third."
Fell all in wrinkles of responsibility.
She wanted to do right. She'd have to think.''
''"... But if you shrink from being scared,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Bonfire."
What would you say to war if it should come?
That's what for reasons I should like to know
If you can comfort me by any answer."
"Oh, but war's not for children it's for men."''
''Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Lesson for Today."
'''Tis of the essence of life here,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Trial by Existence."
Though we choose greatly, still to lack
The lasting memory at all clear,
That life has for us on the wrack
Nothing but what we somehow chose;
Thus are we wholly stripped of pride
In the pain that has but one close,
Bearing it crushed and mystified.''
''For any eye is an evil eyeRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Mood Apart."
That looks in onto a mood apart.''
''Even while we talk some chemist at ColumbiaRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Build Soil."
Is stealthily contriving wool from jute....''
''And turned on him with such a daunting look,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Home Burial."
He said twice over before he knew himself:
"Can't a man speak of his own child he's lost?"''
''Something there is that doesn't love a wall,''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. peot. Mending Wall (l. 1). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
''Nothing to say to all those marriages!Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Place for a Third."
She had made three herself to three of his.
The score was even for them, three to three.''
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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.