Robert Frost Quotes
''He writes free verse, I'm told, and he is thoughtRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "How Hard It Is to Keep From Being King When It's in You and in the Situation."
To be the author of the Seven Freedoms:
Free Will, Trade, Verse, Thought, Love, Speech, Coinage.''
''He would declare and could himself believeRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Never Again Would Birds' Song Be the Same (l. 1-5). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
That the birds there in all the garden round
From having heard the daylong voice of Eve
Had added to their own an oversound,
Her tone of meaning but without the words.''
''The winter owl banked just in time to passRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Questioning Faces."
And save herself from breaking window glass.''
''I sympathize, I know just how it feelsRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Death of the Hired Man (l. 78-79). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
To think of the right thing to say too late.''
''So at a knockRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Lockless Door."
I emptied my cage
To hide in the world
And alter with age.''
''I have been one no dwelling could containRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Wind and the Rain."
When there was rain....''
''A breeze discovered my open bookRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Cloud Shadow."
And began to flutter the leaves to look
For a poem there used to be on Spring.''
''He slapped his breast to verify his purseRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Any Size We Please."
And hugged himself for all his universe.''
''"... There, there,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Bursting Rapture."
What you complain of, all the nations share.
Their effort is a mounting ecstasy
That when it gets too exquisite to bear
Will find relief in one burst. You shall see.
That's what a certain bomb was sent to be."''
''I looked on it as a Carnegie grantRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "How Hard It Is to Keep From Being King When It's in You and in the Situation."
For him to make a poet of himself on
If such a thing is possible with money.''
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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.