Robert Frost Quotes
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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.
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But I may be one who does not care Ever to have tree bloom or bear.
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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.
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It is only a moment here and a moment there that the greatest writer has. Some cognizance of the fact must be taken in your teaching.
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I am not a nature poet. There is almost always a person in my poems.
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My definition of poetry (if I were forced to give one) would be this: words that have become deeds.
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I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day.
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The difference between a job and a career is the difference between forty and sixty hours a week.
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Scholars and artists thrown together are often annoyed at the puzzle of where they differ. Both work from knowledge; but I suspectthey differ most importantly in the way their knowledge is come by. Scholars get theirs with conscientious thoroughness along projected lines of logic; poets theirs cavalierly and as it happens in and out of books. They stick to nothing deliberately, but let what will stick to them like burrs where they walk in the fields.
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Courage is of the heart by derivation, And great it is. But fear is of the soul.
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I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
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(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) And go along with you ere you lose sight Of what you came for and become like me, Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. How love burns through the Putting in the Seed On through the watching for that early birth When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed, The sturdy seedling with arched body comes Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.
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Everything written is as good as it is dramatic. It need not declare itself in form, but it is drama or nothing.
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Time and tide wait for no man, but time always stands still for a woman of 30.
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The Moon for all her light and grace Has never learned to know her place.
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The only way out is through.
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Fortunately, we don't need to know how bad an age is. There is something we can always be doing without reference to how good or bad the age is.
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It looked as if a night of dark intent was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage.
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Love has earth to which she clings.
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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.
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If there is one thing in life that I have learned about life it is... it goes on.
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The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose.
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The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom... in a clarification of life - not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.
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Humour is the most engaging cowardice. With it myself I have been able to hold some of my enemy in play far out of gunshot.
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Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.
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I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago.
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There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't, and that's a wife who can't cook and will.
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The snake stood up for evil in the Garden.
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But these are flowers that fly and all but sing: And now from having ridden out desire They lie closed over in the wind and cling Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.
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Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.
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