Robert Frost Quotes
''It could not have come down to us so far,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "On a Bird Singing in Its Sleep."
Through the interstices of things ajar
On the long bead chain of repeated birth,
To be a bird while we are men on earth,''
''Whose woods these are I think I know.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (l. 1-4). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.''
''Such as we were we gave ourselves outrightRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Gift Outright (l. 12-16). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)
To the land vaguely realizing westward,
But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,
Such as she was, such as she would become.''
''Two roads diverged in a wood, and IRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Road Not Taken (l. 18-20). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.''
''I had a vision of them put togetherRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Two Witches (l. 68-69). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Not like a man, but like a chandelier.''
''He knew a path that wanted walking;Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Lone Striker."
He knew a spring that wanted drinking;
A thought that wanted further thinking;
A love that wanted re-renewing.''
''And I may returnRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Away!"
With what I learn
From having died.''
''Some say the world will end in fire,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Fire and Ice, New Hampshire (1923).
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.''
''The furthest bodiesRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "I Will Sing You One-O...."
To which man sends his
Beyond which God is;
The cosmic motes
Of yawning lenses.''
''The tree the tempest with a crash of woodRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "On a Tree Fallen Across the Road."
Throws down in front of us is not to bar
Our passage to our journey's end for good,
But just to ask us who we think we are....''
Read more quotations »
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