Robert Frost Quotes
''Blood has been harder to dam back than water.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Flood, The."
Just when we think we have it impounded safe
Behind new barrier walls (and let it chafe!),
It breaks away in some new kind of slaughter.''
''If it was not wise,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Kitty Hawk."
Tell me why the East
Seemingly has ceased
From its long stagnation
In mere meditation.''
''An earthly dog of the carriage breed;Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "One More Brevity."
Who, having failed of the modern speed,
Now asked asylum and I was stirred
To be the one so dog-preferred.''
''God turned to speak to meRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Ten Mills, "IX. Not All There."
(Don't anybody laugh);
God found I wasn't there
At least not over half.''
''For months it hasn't known the taste of steelRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Grindstone."
Washed down with rusty water in a tin.
But standing outdoors hungry, in the cold,
Except in towns at night, is not a sin.''
''Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Self-Seeker.
''Always fall in with what you're asked to accept. Take what is given, and make it over your way. My aim in life has always been to hold my own with whatever's going. Not against: with.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Vogue (New York, March 14, 1963).
''The city is all right. To live in oneRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Mercy."
Is to be civilized, stay up and read
Or sing and dance all night and see sunrise
By waiting up instead of getting up.''
''The only native tree that dares to lean,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Young Birch."
Relying on its beauty, to the air.
(Less brave perhaps than trusting are the fair.)''
''All for me? And not a questionRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Flower-Gathering."
For the faded flowers gay
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?''
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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.