Robert Frost Quotes
''Sarcastic Science, she would like to know,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Why Wait for Science."
In her complacent ministry of fear,
How we propose to get away from here
When she has made things so we have to go
Or be wiped out.''
''Church neglectRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Reason."
And figurative use have pretty well
Reduced him to a shadow of himself.''
''One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Birches," Mountain Interval (1916).
''... never seeingRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "For Once, Then, Something."
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
Me myself in the summer heaven, godlike....''
''But I may be one who does not careRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Leaves Compared with Flowers."
Ever to have tree bloom or bear.''
''"... The state's one function is to give.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Our Doom to Bloom."
The bud must bloom till blowsy blown
Its petals loosen and are strown;
And that's a fate it can't evade
Unless 'twould rather wilt than fade."''
''Baptiste knew how to make a short job longRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Ax-Helve."
For love of it, and yet not waste time either.''
''He knows he's kinder than the run of men.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Housekeeper."
Better than married ought to be as good
''loosely boundRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Silken Tent (l. 9-11). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
By countless silken ties of love and thought
To everything on earth the compass round,''
''I said I had the tree. It wasn't true.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Wild Grapes."
The opposite was true. The tree had me.
The minute it was left with me alone,
It caught me up as if I were the fish
And it the fishpole.''
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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 ...
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.