Robert Frost Quotes

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Trust him to have his bitter politics
Against his unacquaintances the rich
Who sleep in houses of their own, though mortgaged.
Conservatives, they don't know what to save.

Robert Frost
What an exciting age it is we live in
With all this talk about the hope of youth
And nothing made of youth.

Robert Frost
Before now poetry has taken notice
Of wars, and what are wars but politics
Transformed from chronic to acute and bloody?

Robert Frost
The city is all right. To live in one
Is to be civilized, stay up and read
Or sing and dance all night and see sunrise
By waiting up instead of getting up.

Robert Frost
When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don't stand still and look around On all the hills I haven't hoed, And shout from where I am, What is it? No, not as there is a time to talk. I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, Blade-end up and five feet tall, And plod: I go up to the stone wall For a friendly visit.

Robert Frost
You know how cunningly mankind is planned:
We have one loving and one hating hand.
The loving's made to hold each other like,
While with the hating other hand we strike.

Robert Frost
Than smoke and mist who better could appraise
The kindred spirit of an inner haze?

Robert Frost
Of all crimes the worst
Is to steal the glory
From the great and brave,
Even more accursed
Than to rob the grave.

Robert Frost
In spring more mortal singers than belong
To any one place cover us with song.
Thrush, bluebird, blackbird, sparrow, and robin throng....

Robert Frost
But this we know, the obstacle that checked
And tripped the body, shot the spirit on
Further than target ever showed or shone.

Robert Frost
Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss....

Robert Frost
Leaves and bark, leaves and bark,
To lean against and hear in the dark.
Petals I may have once pursued.
Leaves are all my darker mood.

Robert Frost
The reason artists show so little interest
In public freedom is because the freedom
They've come to feel the need of is a kind
No one can give them they can scarce attain
The freedom of their own material....

Robert Frost
Will the blight end the chestnut? The farmers rather guess not. It keeps smoldering at the roots And sending up new shoots Till another parasite Shall come to end the blight.

Robert Frost
Many lovers have been divorced
By having what is free enforced.

Robert Frost
Let chaos storm! Let cloud shapes swarm! I wait for form.

Robert Frost
Nothing not built with hands of course is sacred.
But here is not a question of what's sacred;
Rather of what to face or run away from.
I'd hate to be a runaway from nature.

Robert Frost
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye;

Robert Frost
States strong enough to do good are but few.
Their number would seem limited to three.

Robert Frost
Haven't you heard, though,
About the ships where war has found them out
At sea, about the towns where war has come
Through opening clouds at night with droning speed
Further o'erhead than all but stars and angels
And children in the ships and in the towns?

Robert Frost
But what would interest you about the brook,
It's always cold in summer, warm in winter.

Robert Frost
I fail to see what fun, what satisfaction / A God can find in laughing at how badly / Men fumble at the possibilities...

Robert Frost
Earth would soon
Be uninhabitable as the moon.
What for that matter had it ever been?
Who advised man to come and live therein?

Robert Frost
Let's get my incantation right:
"I wish I may, I wish I might"
Give earth another satellite.

Robert Frost
You'll wait a long, long time for anything much To happen in heaven.

Robert Frost
Sentences are not different enough to hold the attention unless they are dramatic. No ingenuity of varying structure will do. All that can save them is the speaking tone of voice somehow entangled in the words and fastened to the page for the ear of the imagination. That is all that can save poetry from sing-song, all that can save prose from itself.

Robert Frost
New is a word for fools in towns who think
Style upon style in dress and thought at last
Must get somewhere.

Robert Frost
I have remained resentful to this day
When any but myself presumed to say
That there was anything I couldn't be.

Robert Frost
Lord, I have loved Your sky,
Be it said against or for me,
Have loved it clear and high,
Or low and stormy....

Robert Frost
As a confirmed astronomer I'm always for a better sky.

Robert Frost