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Quotes By Robert Frost

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Poet

Robert Frost

Mar 26, 1874 - Jan 29, 1963

Heaven gives its glimpses only to those not in position to look too close.

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.

The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader.

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, a cloud come over the sunlit arch, And wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March.

All thought is a feat of association; having what's in front of you bring up something in your mind that you almost didn't know you knew.

Of all crimes the worstIs to steal the gloryFrom the great and brave,Even more accursedThan to rob the grave.

We can make a little order where we are, and then the big sweep of history on which we can have no effect doesn't overwhelm us. We do it with colors, with a garden, with the furnishings of a room, or with sounds and words. We make a little form, and we gain composure.

What you want, what you're hanging around in the world waiting for, is for something to occur to you.

Butterflies...flowers that fly and all but sing.

When work becomes play, and play becomes your work, your life unfolds.

Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.

I always entertain great hopes.

It comes down to a doubt about the wisdomOf having children after having had them,So there is nothing we can do about itBut warn the children they perhaps should have none.

Freedom is when you are easy in the harness.

Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

What is required is sight and insight- then you might add one more: excite.

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.

I still say the only education worth anything is self-education.

Have courage and a little willingness to venture and be defeated.

We love the things we love for what they are.