Robert Frost Quotes
''A theory if you hold it hard enoughRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Etherealizing."
And long enough gets rated as a creed....''
''And if soRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "It is Almost the Year Two Thousand."
(And science ought to know)
We well may raise our heads
From weeding garden beds
And annotating books
To watch this end deluxe.''
''And every acre good enough to eat,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Of the Stones of the Place."
As fine as flour put through a baker's sieve.''
''The trees that have it in their pent-up budsRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Spring Pools (l. 7-8). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
To darken nature and be summer woods''
''"One ought not to be thrown into confusionRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Generations of Men."
By a plain statement of relationship...."''
''But if it is destined never again to grow,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "There Are Roughly Zones."
It can blame this limitless trait in the hearts of men.''
''Only where love and need are one,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Two Tramps in Mud Time (l. 69-72). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
And the work is play for mortal stakes,
Is the deed every really done
For Heaven and the future's sakes.''
''The factory was very fine;Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Lone Striker."
He wished it all the modern speed.
Yet, after all, 'twas not divine,
That is to say, 'twas not a church.''
''I have remained resentful to this dayRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Auspex."
When any but myself presumed to say
That there was anything I couldn't be.''
''Oh, may the tide be soon enough at highRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Etherealizing."
To keep our abstract verse from being dry.''
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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