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Quotes By Robert Frost

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Poet

Robert Frost

Mar 26, 1874 - Jan 29, 1963

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.

The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length.

That day she put our heads together, Fate had her imagination about her, Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather.

Americans are like a rich father who wishes he knew how to give his son the hardships that made him rich.

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.

Not to sink under being man and wife,But get some color and music out of life?

A man has got to keep his extrication.The important thing is not to get bogged downIn what he has to do to earn a living.

When I was young, I was so interested in baseball that my family was afraid I'd waste my life and be a pitcher. Later they were afraid I'd wastemy life and be a poet. They were right.

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.

I end not far from my going forth,By picking the faded blue;Of the last remaining aster flower,To carry again to you.

I only hope that when I am free, as they are free to go in quest, of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life, it may not seem better to me to rest.

Only where love and need are one, and the work is play for mortal stakes is the deed ever really done for Heaven and the future's sakes.

Everything written is as good as it is dramatic. It need not declare itself in form, but it is drama or nothing.

Not yesterday I learned to know,The love of bare November days,Before the coming of the snow.

Love has earth to which she clings.

I am not a nature poet. There is almost always a person in my poems.

Poetry should be common in experience but uncommon in books.

I alone of English writers have consciously set myself to make music out of what I may call the sound of sense.

Poetry is play. I'd even rather have you think of it as a sport. For instance, like football.

She was our land more than a hundred years Before we were her people. She was ours In Massachusetts, in Virginia, But we were England's, still colonials, Possessing what we still were unpossessed by, Possessed by what we now no more possessed.