Robert Frost Quotes
''You live by writingRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Build Soil."
Your poems on a farm and call that farming.''
''"If you do!" She was opening the door wider.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Home Burial."
"Where do you mean to go? First tell me that.
I'll follow and bring you back by force. I will!"''
''I only hope that when I am free,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Misgiving."
As they are free, to go in quest
Of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life
It may not seem better to me to rest.''
''Where have those flowers and butterflies all goneRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Pod of the Milkweed."
That science may have staked the future on?
He seems to say the reason why so much
Should come to nothing must be fairly faced.....''
''As far as I can see, this autumn hazeRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Cocoon."
That spreading in the evening air both ways
Makes the new moon look anything but new
And pours the elm-tree meadow full of blue,
Is all the smoke from one poor house alone....''
''A poem ... begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.... It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. letter, Jan. 1, 1916, to poet and anthologist Louis Untermeyer. The Letters of Robert Frost to Louis Untermeyer (1963).
''Already determined dawn began to layRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Valley's Singing Day."
In place across a cloud the slender ray
For prying beneath and forcing the lids of sight,
And loosing the pent-up music of overnight.''
''No one would know except for ancient mapsRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Brook in the City."
That such a brook ran water. But I wonder
If from its being kept forever under,
The thoughts may not have risen that so keep
This new-built city from both work and sleep.''
''There was never naught,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Never Naught Song."
There was always thought.''
''As long as lightly all their livelong sessions,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Build Soil."
Like a yardful of schoolboys out at recess
Before their plays and games were organized,
They yelling mix tag, hide-and-seek, hopscotch,
And leapfrog in each other's way all's well.''
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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 ...
After Apple Picking
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still.
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.
I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight