Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Robert Frost Quotes

  • ''The land was ours before we were the land's.
    She was our land more than a hundred years
    Before we were her people.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Gift Outright, The Witness Tree (1942). Frost recited this poem at the inauguration of President Kennedy, Jan. 20, 1961.
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  • ''The rose is a rose,
    And was always a rose.
    But the theory now goes
    That the apple's a rose,''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Rose Family (l. 1-4). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
  • ''Summoning spirits isn't 'Button, button,
    Who's got the button,' I would have them know.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Two Witches (l. 7-8). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
  • ''The heartless and enormous Outer Black ...''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Loose Mountain."
  • ''An hour of winter day might seem too short
    To make it worth life's while to wake and sport.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Winter Eden."
  • ''She always had to burn a light
    Beside her attic bed at night.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Five Nocturnes, "I. The Night Light."
  • ''So by craft or art
    We can give the part
    Wholeness in a sense.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Kitty Hawk."
  • ''I totter,
    And did I not take steps would be tipped over
    Like the ideal of some mistaken lover.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "On Being Idolized."
  • ''Say something! And it says, "I burn."''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Take Something Like a Star."
  • ''We mustn't touch them yet, but see and see!
    And what was green would by and by be gold.
    Their name was called the Gold Hesperidee.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Gold Hesperidee."

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Best Poem of Robert Frost

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 ...

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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

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