Robert Frost

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

Robert Frost Quotes

  • ''Wind, the season-climate mixer,
    In my Witches' Weather Primer
    Says, to make this Fall Elixir
    First you let the summer simmer....''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Clear and Colder."
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  • ''To Time it never seems that he is brave
    To set himself against the peaks of snow
    To lay them level with the running wave,
    Nor is he overjoyed when they lie low,
    But only grave, contemplative and grave.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "I Could Give All to Time."
  • ''I make a virtue of my suffering
    From nearly everything that goes on round me.
    In other words, I know wherever I am,
    Being the creature of literature I am,
    I shall not lack for pain to keep me awake.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "New Hampshire."
  • ''So all who hide too well away
    Must speak and tell us where they are.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Revelation."
  • ''For slowly even her sense of him
    And love itself were growing dim.
    He no more drew the smile he sought.
    The story is she died of thought.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Discovery of the Madeiras."
  • ''As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
    Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
    And landed pouring like a waterfall,
    And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
    And forced the underbrush—and that was all.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Most of It (l. 16-20). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
  • ''Bright-black-eyed silvery creature, brushed with brown,
    The wings not folded in repose, but spread.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "To a Moth Seen in Winter."
  • ''Yet oh! the tempting flatness of a book,
    To send it sailing out the attic window
    Till it caught wind and, opening out its covers,
    Tried to improve on sailing like a tile
    By flying like a bird (silent in flight,
    But all the burden of its body song)....''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Fountain, a Bottle, A Donkey's Ears, and Some Books."
  • ''While greedy good-doers, beneficent beasts of prey,
    Swarm over their lives enforcing benefits ...''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Roadside Stand."
  • ''Much as I own I owe
    The passers of the past
    Because their to and fro
    Has cut this road to last,
    I owe them more today
    Because they've gone away....''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Closed for Good."

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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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After Apple Picking

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still.
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.
I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight

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