Robert Frost Quotes
''But whenever the roof came whiteRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "They Were Welcome to Their Belief."
The head in the dark below
Was a shade less the color of night,
A shade more the color of snow.''
''One luminary clock against the skyRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Acquainted with the Night (l. 12-14). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.''
''Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Prayer in Spring."
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.''
''He asked if I would sell my Christmas trees;Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Christmas Trees."
My woods the young fir balsams like a place
Where houses all are churches and have spires.
I hadn't thought of them as Christmas trees.''
''We love the things we love for what they are.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Hyla Brook."
''I met a traveler from ArkansasRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "New Hampshire."
Who boasted of his state as beautiful
For diamonds and apples.''
''I'm not confused, I'm just well mixed.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. quoted in Wall Street Journal (New York, Aug. 5, 1969).
''It was far in the sameness of the wood;Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Demiurge's Laugh."
I was running with joy on the Demon's trail,
Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.''
''the absolute flight and restRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Middleness of the Road."
The universal blue
And local green suggest.''
''It was the obstinately gentle airRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Time Out."
That may be clamored at by cause and sect,
But it will have its moment to reflect.''
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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.