Robert Frost Quotes
''We're either nothing or a God's regret.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Lesson for Today."
''And from a cliff top is proclaimedRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Trial by Existence."
The gathering of the souls for birth,
The trial by existence named,
The obscuration upon earth.''
''Stays more popularRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "[But Outer Space . . . ]...."
''It's the old captain's dark fateRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "An Empty Threat."
Who failed to find or force a strait
In its two-thousand-mile coast;
And his crew left him where he failed,
And nothing came of all he sailed.''
''But the worst one of all to leave uncurbed,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Build Soil."
Unsocialized, is ingenuity:
Which for no sordid self-aggrandizement,
For nothing but its own blind satisfaction ...''
''"... Friends make pretense of following to the grave,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Home Burial."
But before one is in it, their minds are turned
And making the best of their way back to life
And living people, and things they understand.
But the world's evil. I won't have grief so
If I can change it. Oh I won't, I won't!"''
''Good fences make good neighbors.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Mending Wall.
''A plow, they say, to plow the snow.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Plowmen."
They cannot mean to plant it, no....''
''Earth would soonRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Broken Drought."
Be uninhabitable as the moon.
What for that matter had it ever been?
Who advised man to come and live therein?''
''We are all doomed to broken-off careers,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Lesson for Today."
And so's the nation, so's the total race.
The earth itself is liable to the fate
Of meaninglessly being broken off.
(And hence so many literary tears
At which my inclination is to scoff.)''
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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.