Robert Frost Quotes
''Once we began to see our imagesRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The White-Tailed Hornet."
Reflected in the mud and even dust,
'Twas disillusion upon disillusion.
We were lost piecemeal to the animals,
Like people thrown out to delay the wolves.
Nothing but fallibility was left us....''
''"Safe!Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Acceptance."
Now let the night be dark for all of me.
Let the night be too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what will be, be."''
''What kept him from remembering what it wasRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. An Old Man's Winter Night (l. 6-7). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
That brought him to that creaking room was age.''
''We're too unseparate. And going homeRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Build Soil."
From company means coming to our senses.''
''"... A nation has to take its natural courseRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "How Hard It Is to Keep From Being King When It's in You and in the Situation."
Of Progress round and round in circles
From King to Mob to King to Mob to King
Until the eddy of it eddies out."''
''My Sorrow, when she's here with me,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. My November Guest.
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.''
''Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Putting in the Seed."
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.''
''He never did a thing so very bad.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Death of the Hired Man (l. 148-151). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
He don't know why he isn't quite as good
As anyone. Worthless though he is,
He won't be made ashamed to please his brother."''
''A town debarsRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Literate Farmer and the Planet Venus."
Much notice of what's going on in stars.''
''Won't this whole instinct matter bear revision?Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The White-Tailed Hornet."
Won't almost any theory bear revision?
To err is human, not to, animal.''
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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.