Robert Frost

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

Robert Frost Quotes

  • ''“Thinking is not to agree or disagree. Thats voting.” ''
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  • ''“The middle of the road is where the white line is—and that’s the worst place to drive.” ''
  • ''“Before I built a wall Id ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.” ''
  • ''“And were an epitaph to be my story Id have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lovers quarrel with the world.” ''
  • ''“Unless you are educated in metaphor, you are not safe to be let loose in the world.” ''
  • ''“I believe in teaching, but I don’t believe in going to school.” ''
  • ''“A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.” ''
  • ''“Oh, come forth into the storm and rout
    And be my love in the rain.” ''
  • ''“By faithfully working eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.” ''
  • ''“Youre always believing ahead of your evidence. What was the evidence I could write a poem? I just believed it. The most creative thing in us is to believe in a thing.” ''

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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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Come In

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.

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