Robert Frost Quotes
''He showed me that the lines of a good helveRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Ax-Helve."
Were native to the grain before the knife
Expressed them, and its curves were no false curves
Put on it from without.''
''Sudden and swift and light as thatRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Hill Wife, "V. The Impulse."
The ties gave,
And he learned of finalities
Beside the grave.''
''"... I have to takeRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Self-Seeker."
What I can get. You see they have the feet,
Which gives them the advantage in the trade.
I can't get back the feet in any case."''
''(The black stream, catching on a sunken rock,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. West-running Brook (l. 24-26). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Flung backward on itself in one white wave,
And the white water rode the black forever.''
''"The city's grotesque iron skeletonsRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Mercy."
Would knock their drunken penthouse heads together
And cake their concrete dirt off in the streets."''
''they seem not to break; though once they are bowedRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Birches (l. 15-16). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
So low for long, they never right themselves:''
''Our venture in revolution and outlawryRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "For John F. Kennedy His Inauguration."
Has justified itself in freedom's story
Right down to now in glory upon glory.''
''"Nothing can go upRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Kitty Hawk."
But it must come down."
Earth is still our fate.''
''Life is not so sinister-grave.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "On the Heart's Beginning to Cloud the Mind."
Matter of fact has made them brave.
He is husband, she is wife.
She fears not him, they fear not life.''
''Hard if, though cast away for life with Yankees,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Ax-Helve."
A Frenchman couldn't get his human rating!''
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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 ...
We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone find us really out.
'Tis pity if the case require
(Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The understanding of a friend.