Robert Frost Quotes
''No memory of having starredRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Provide, Provide, st. 6, A Further Range (1936).
Atones for later disregard,
Or keeps the end from being hard.''
''The hand that knows his business won't be toldRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Code."
To do work better or faster....''
''Between us two it's not a star at all.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Literate Farmer and the Planet Venus."
It's a new patented electric light,
Put up on trial by that Jerseyite
So much is being now expected of....''
''But the conquered grew meek and still.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Vindictives."
They slowly and silently aged.
They kept their secrets and died....''
''If the day comes when they know whoRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Cabin in the Clearing."
They are, they may know better where they are.
But who they are is too much to believe
Either for them or the onlooking world.
They are too sudden to be credible.''
''Mrs. Someone's been to Asia.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "An Importer."
What she brought back would amaze ye.''
''We meet I don't say whenRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Build Soil."
But must bring to the meeting the maturest,
The longest-saved-up, raciest, localest
We have strength of reserve in us to bring.''
''The only certain freedom's in departure.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "How Hard It Is to Keep From Being King When It's in You and in the Situation."
''The wild touch of thy dye-dusty wing!Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "My Butterfly."
I found that wing broken today!''
''Die early and avoid the fate.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Provide, Provide (l. 7-9). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Of if predestined to die late,
Make up your mind to die in state.''
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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.