Robert Frost

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

Robert Frost Quotes

  • ''You can't get too much winter in the winter.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Snow."
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  • ''She said, "as the light on the dashboard ran
    Along the bushes at the roadside a man's face.
    You must have seen it too."''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Fear."
  • ''Trust him to have his bitter politics
    Against his unacquaintances the rich
    Who sleep in houses of their own, though mortgaged.
    Conservatives, they don't know what to save.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Old Barn at the Bottom of the Fogs."
  • ''The truth is the river flows into the canyon
    Of Ceasing-to-Question-What-Doesn't-Concern-Us,
    As sooner or later we have to cease somewhere.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Too Anxious for Rivers."
  • ''To think to know the country and not know
    The hillside on the day the sun lets go
    Ten million silver lizards out of snow!''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Hillside Thaw."
  • ''Bless you, of course you're keeping me from work,
    But the thing of it is, I need to be kept.
    There's work enough to do there's always that;
    But behind's behind. The worst that you can do
    Is set me back a little more behind.
    I shan't catch up in this world, anyway.
    I'd rather you'd not go unless you must.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Servant to Servants."
  • ''What but design of darkness to appall?—
    If design govern in a thing so small.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Design (l. 13-14). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
  • ''"... I only see the years. They come and go
    In alternation with the weeds, the field,
    The wood."
    "What kind of years?"
    "Why, latter years
    Different from early years."''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "In the Home Stretch."
  • ''Lately in converse with a New York alec
    About the new school of the pseudo-phallic ...''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "New Hampshire."
  • ''By straightening out and lifting a forefinger,
    He pointed with his hand from where it lay
    Like a white crumpled spider on his knee:''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Snow."

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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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