Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Robert Frost Quotes

  • ''One foot in each great ocean
    Is a record stride or stretch.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Record Stride."
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  • ''I could stand whole dayfuls of it.
    Wind she brews a heady kettle.
    Human beings love it love it.
    Gods above are not above it.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Clear and Colder."
  • ''I could give all to Time except—except
    What I myself have held.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "I Could Give All to Time."
  • ''His farm was "grounds," and not a farm at all;
    His house among the local sheds and shanties
    Rose like a factor's at a trading station.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "New Hampshire."
  • ''The leaves are all dead on the ground,
    Save those that the oak is keeping''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Reluctance (l. 7-8). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
  • ''Many lovers have been divorced
    By having what is free enforced.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Discovery of the Madeiras."
  • ''The Milky Way perhaps
    Was woman's way of life.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Milky Way Is a Cowpath."
  • ''And what I pity in you is something human,
    The old incurable untimeliness,
    Only begetter of all ills that are.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "To a Moth Seen in Winter."
  • ''though small
    As measured against the All,
    I have been so instinctively thorough
    About my crevice and burrow.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Drumlin Woodchuck."
  • ''Hear my rigmarole.
    Science stuck a pole
    Down a likely hole
    And he got it bit.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Reflex."

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Best Poem of Robert Frost

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 ...

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Out, Out

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.

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