Robert Frost (Writer)
#14170 Robert Frost
It is absurd to think that the only way to tell if a poem is lasting is to wait and see if it lasts. The right reader of a good poem can tell the moment it strikes him that he has taken an immortal wound — that he will never get over it.
#14171 Robert Frost
Most of the change we think we see in life Is due to truths being in and out of favor.
#14172 Robert Frost
We've looked and looked, but after all where are we? Do we know any better where we are, And how it stands between the night tonight And a man with a smoky lantern chimney? How different from the way it ever stood?
#14173 Robert Frost
Everything written is as good as it is dramatic. It need not declare itself in form, but it is drama or nothing.
#14174 Robert Frost
Summoning artists to participate In the august occasions of the state Seems something artists ought to celebrate. Today is for my cause a day of days.
#14175 Robert Frost
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life — It goes on.
#14177 Robert Frost
"I had a lover's quarrel with the world.":engraved on his tomb at Bennington in Vermont, excerpt of the last line from the poem: "The Lesson for Today" (1942), in the collection of the same year "A Witness Tree"
#14178 Robert Frost
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.
#14179 Robert Frost
The world is full of willing people, some willing to , the rest willing to let them.
#14181 Robert Frost
If one by one we counted people out For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long To get so we had no one left to live with.
#14182 Robert Frost
We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the Secret sits in the middle and knows.
#14183 Robert Frost
Ends and beginnings—there are no such things. There are only middles.
#14184 Robert Frost
There may be little or much beyond the grave, But the strong are saying nothing until they see.
#14185 Robert Frost
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
#14186 Robert Frost
We disparage reason. But all the time it’s what we’re most concerned with. There’s will as motor and there’s will as brakes. Reason is, I suppose, the steering gear.
#14187 Robert Frost
Men work together, wether they work together or apart.
#14189 Robert Frost
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
#14190 Robert Frost
I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep.
#14191 Robert Frost
The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows.
#14192 Robert Frost
“Men work together,” I told him from the heart, “Whether they work together or apart.”
#14193 Robert Frost
If one by one we counted people out For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long To get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.
#14195 Robert Frost
I do not see why I should e'er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew — Only more sure of all I thought was true.
#14196 Robert Frost
Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?
#14197 Robert Frost
I’m going out to clean the pasture spring; I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I sha’n’t be gone long. — You come too.
#14198 Robert Frost
And nothing to look backward to with pride, And nothing to look forward to with hope.
#14199 Robert Frost
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in.
#14200 Robert Frost
The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all. No, from the time when one is sick to death, One is alone, and he dies more alone. Friends make pretence of following to the grave, But before one is in it, their minds are turned And making the best of their way back to life And living people, and things they understand.
#14203 Robert Frost
Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.
#14204 Robert Frost
Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense.
#14205 Robert Frost
A poem...begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
#14206 Robert Frost
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
#14207 Robert Frost
The Hyla breed That shouted in the mist a month ago, Like ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow.
#14209 Robert Frost
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.
#14210 Robert Frost
“My dear, It’s who first thought the thought. You’re searching, Joe,For things that don’t exist; I mean beginnings. Ends and beginnings—there are no such things. There are only middles.
#14211 Robert Frost
I’d like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth’s the right place for love: I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.
#14212 Robert Frost
I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back.One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
#14213 Robert Frost
I shall set forth for somewhere, I shall make the reckless choice Some day when they are in voice And tossing so as to scare The white clouds over them on. I shall have less to say, But I shall be gone.
#14214 Robert Frost
Do you know, Considering the market, there are more Poems produced than any other thing? No wonder poets sometimes have to seem So much more businesslike than businessmen. Their wares are so much harder to get rid of.
#14215 Robert Frost
The Vermont mountains stretch extended straight; New Hampshire mountains curl up in a coil.
#14216 Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
#14218 Robert Frost
Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue.
#14219 Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
#14220 Robert Frost
The way a crow Shook down on me The dust ofFrom a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.
#14221 Robert Frost
And then we saw him bolt. We heard the miniature thunder where he fled, And we saw him, or thought we saw him, dim and gray, Like a shadow across instead of behind the flakes.
#14222 Robert Frost
Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air
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