Robert Frost Quotes
''Come with rain, O loud Southwester!Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "To the Thawing Wind."
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
Make the settled snowbank steam....''
''"Really, friend, I can't let you. You may need them."Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Hundred Collars."
"Not till I shrink, when they'll be out of style."
"But really II have so many collars."
"I don't know who I rather would have have them.
They're only turning yellow where they are.
But you're the doctor, as the saying is.
I'll put the light out. Don't you wait for me...."''
''Our missiles always make too short an arc:Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. A Soldier (l. 8-10). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect
The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;''
''A brook that was the water of the house,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Directive (l. 50-52). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Cold as a spring as yet so near its source,
Too lofty and original to rage.''
''"... What are you seeing out the window, lady?"Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "In the Home Stretch."
"What I'll be seeing more of in the years
To come as here I stand and go the round
Of many plates with towels many times."''
''Nations like the Cuban and the SwissRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "No Holy Wars for Them."
Can never hope to wage a Global Mission.
No Holy Wars for them. The most the small
Can ever give us is a nuisance brawl.''
''Hear the soft bombs of dustRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Snow."
It bursts against us at the chimney mouth,
And at the eaves. I like it from inside
More than I shall out in it. But the horses
Are rested and it's time to say Good-night,
And let you get to bed again,''
''Scholars and artists thrown together are often annoyed at the puzzle of where they differ. Both work from knowledge; but I suspect they differ most importantly in the way their knowledge is come by. Scholars get theirs with conscientious thoroughness along projected lines of logic; poets theirs cavalierly and as it happens in and out of books. They stick to nothing deliberately, but let what will stick to them like burrs where they walk in the fields.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Originally published as an introductory essay to Collected Poems (1939). "The Figure a Poem Makes," Robert Frost: Poetry and Prose, Holt, Rinehart (1972).
''At last the gathered show lets down as whiteRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Onset (l. 2-5). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
As may be in dark woods, and with a song
It shall not make again all winter long
Of hissing on the yet uncovered ground,''
''Tree at my window, window tree,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Tree at My Window, st. 1, West-Running Brook (1928).
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.''
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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 ...
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