Robert Frost Quotes
''And work was little in the house,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Hill Wife, "V. The Impulse."
She was free,''
''"... He thinks you ought to pay me for my flowers.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Self-Seeker."
You don't know what I mean about the flowers.
Don't stop to try to now. You'll miss your train.
Good-by." He flung his arms around his face.''
''When I was young my teachers were the old.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "What Fifty Said."
I gave up fire for form till I was cold.''
''The artist in me cries out for design.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Reason."
''When I see birches bend to left and rightRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Birches (l. 1-3). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.''
''Summoning artists to participateRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "For John F. Kennedy His Inauguration."
In the august occasions of the state
Seems something artists ought to celebrate.
Today is for my cause a day of days.''
''Till we came to beRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Kitty Hawk."
There was not a trace
Of a thinking race
Anywhere in space.''
''This I saw when waking late,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "On the Heart's Beginning to Cloud the Mind."
Going by at a railroad rate,
Looking through wreaths of engine smoke
Far into the lives of other folk.''
''Mrs. Baptiste came in and rocked a chairRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Ax-Helve."
That had as many motions as the world:''
''It was too lonely for her there,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Hill Wife, "V. The Impulse."
And too wild,
And since there were but two of them,
And no child....''
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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 ...
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.