Robert Frost Quotes
''When clever people ask me whereRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A-Wishing Well."
I get a poem, I despair.''
''I would build my house of crystal,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Five Nocturnes, "V. In the Long Night."
With a solitary friend,
Where the cold cracks like a pistol
And the needle stands on end.''
''This wide flight we waveRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Kitty Hawk."
At the stars or moon
Means that we approve
Of them on the move.''
''The shattered water made a misty din.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Once by the Pacific (l. 1-4). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.''
''another parasiteRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Ten Mills, "IV. Evil Tendencies Cancel."
Shall come to end the blight.''
''The thing that made me more and more afraidRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Grindstone."
Was that we'd ground it sharp and hadn't known,
And now were only wasting precious blade.''
''We dance round in a ring and suppose,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Secret Sits, The Witness Tree (1942).
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.''
''May something go always unharvested!Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Unharvested."
May much stay out of our stated plan,
Apples or something forgotten and left,
So smelling their sweetness would be no theft.''
''You can't trust God to be unmerciful.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Mercy."
There you have the beginning of all wisdom.''
''If I have a defectRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Wish to Comply."
It's a wish to comply
And see as I'm bid.''
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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 ...
As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music -- hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.