Robert Frost Quotes
''Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Quoted in Elizabeth S. Sergeant, Robert Frost: the Trial by Existence, ch. 18 (1960).
''Warren returnedtoo soon, it seemed to her,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Death of the Hired Man (l. 171-174). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Slipped to her side, caught up her hand and waited.
"Warren?" she questioned.
"Dead," was all he answered.''
''As I have known them passionate and fine,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Lost Follower."
The gold for which they leave the golden line
Of lyric is a golden light divine,
Never the gold of darkness from a mine.''
''To warm the frozen swamp as best it couldRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Wood-Pile (l. 39-40). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
With the slow smokeless burning of decay.''
''A speck that would have been beneath my sightRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Considerable Speck."
On any but a paper sheet so white
Set off across what I had written there.''
''It is speckled with grime as ifRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Patch of Old Snow."
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten
If I ever read it.''
''It lives less in the presentRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Carpe Diem."
Than in the future always,
And less in both together
Than in the past.''
''The reason artists show so little interestRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "How Hard It Is to Keep From Being King When It's in You and in the Situation."
In public freedom is because the freedom
They've come to feel the need of is a kind
No one can give them they can scarce attain
The freedom of their own material....''
''No wonder poets sometimes have to seemRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. New Hampshire, New Hampshire (1923).
So much more business-like than business men.
Their wares are so much harder to get rid of.''
''There is the fear that we shan't prove worthy in the eyes of someone who knows us at least as well as we know ourselves. That is the fear of God. And there is the fear of Manfear that men won't understand us and we shall be cut of from them.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. quoted in Newsweek (New York, Feb. 11, 1963).
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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.