Robert Frost

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

Robert Frost Quotes

  • ''She hadn't found the finger-bone she wanted
    Among the buttons poured out in her lap.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Two Witches (l. 152-153). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
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  • ''That only needs a finger touch from God
    To spring it like a deadfall and the fault
    In nature would wipe out all human fault.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Mercy."
  • ''A poet would a-wishing go,
    And he wished love were thus and so.
    "If but it were," he said, said he,
    "And one thing more that may not be,
    This world were good enough for me."''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A-Wishing Well."
  • ''Have I not walked without an upward look
    Of caution under stars....''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Five Nocturnes, "III. Bravado."
  • ''Then for years and years
    And for miles and miles
    'Cross the Aegean Isles,
    Athens, Rome, France, Britain,
    Always West-Northwest ...''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Kitty Hawk."
  • ''You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
    The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
    The cliff in being backed by continent;
    It looked as if a night of dark intent
    Was coming, and not only a night, an age.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Once by the Pacific (l. 7-11). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
  • ''The old dog barks backward without getting up.
    I can remember when he was a pup.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Ten Mills, "II. The Span of Life."
  • ''Each swung in danger on its slender twig,
    A bubble on a pipestem, growing big.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Gold Hesperidee."
  • '''Whoever it is that leaves him out so late,
    When other creatures have gone to stall and bine,
    Ought to be told to come and take him in.'''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Runaway (l. 19-21). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
  • ''And set off briskly for so slow a thing,
    Still going every which way in the joints, though,
    So that it looked like lightning or a scribble.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Two Witches (l. 86-88). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.

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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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Out, Out

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.

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