Robert Frost Quotes
''First under up and then again down under ...''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "On Our Sympathy with the Under Dog."
''But now he brushed the shavings from his kneeRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Ax-Helve."
And stood the ax there on its horse's hoof,
Erect, but not without its waves, as when
The snake stood up for evil in the Garden....''
''It never had been inside the room,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Hill Wife, "IV. The Oft-Repeated Dream."
And only one of the two
Was afraid in an oft-repeated dream
Of what the tree might do.''
''"... Anne has a way with flowers to take the placeRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Self-Seeker."
Of what she's lost: she goes down on one knee
And lifts their faces by the chin to hers
And says their names, and leaves them where they are."''
''"Speaking of contraries, see how the brookRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. West-running Brook (l. 43-46). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
In that white wave runs counter to itself.
It is from that in water we were from
Long, long before we were from any creature.''
''Courage is of the heart by derivation,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Mercy."
And great it is. But fear is of the soul.''
''Word I was in my life alone,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Bereft (l. 15-16). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Word I had no one left but God.''
''A turning point in modern history.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "For John F. Kennedy His Inauguration."
''Nature's never quiteRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Kitty Hawk."
Sure she hasn't erred
In her vague design....''
''Your top has sunk too low,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "On Taking from the Top to Broaden the Base."
Your base has spread too wide,
For you to roll one stone
Down if you tried.''
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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.