Robert Frost Quotes
''The water for which we may have to lookRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Two Tramps in Mud Time (l. 33-36). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
In summertime with a witching wand,
In every wheelrut's now a brook,
In every print of a hoof a pond.''
''The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Line-Storm Song."
The road is forlorn all day....''
''Moisture and color and odor thicken here.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Atmosphere."
The hours of daylight gather atmosphere.''
''Oh, there had once been night the first,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Ends."
But this was night the last.''
''Light was a paste of pigment in our eyes.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Iris By Night."
''Slow, slow!Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "October."
For the grapes' sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost
For the grapes' sake along the wall.''
''The chance is the remotestRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Some Science Fiction."
Of its going much longer unnoticed
That I'm not keeping pace
With the headlong human race.''
''Someone had literally run to earthRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Generations of Men."
In an old cellar hole in a byroad
The origin of all the family there.
Thence they were sprung, so numerous a tribe
That now not all the houses left in town
Made shift to shelter them without the help
Of here and there a tent in grove and orchard.''
''I skirted the margin alders for miles and milesRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Quest of the Purple-Fringed."
In a sweeping line.
The day was the day by every flower that blooms,
But I saw no sign.''
''Men of the woods and lumberjacks,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Two Tramps in Mud Time (l. 53-56). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
They judged me by their appropriate tool.
Except as a fellow handled an ax,
They had no way of knowing a fool.''
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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 ...
A Time To Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall