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Quotes By Robert Frost

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Poet

Robert Frost

Mar 26, 1874 - Jan 29, 1963

Poetry is the renewal of words, setting them free, and that's what a poet is doing: loosening the words.

The best things and best people rise out of their separateness; I'm against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise.

They would not find me changed from him they knew - only more sure of all I thought was true.

Don't be agnostic - be something.

And of course there must be something wrongIn wanting to silence any song.

I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.

Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.

The tree the tempest with a crash of woodThrows down in front of us is not to barOur passage to our journey's end for good,But just to ask us who we think we are.

The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.

Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That wants it down.

Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak.

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

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

I know people who read without hearing the sentence sounds and they were the fastest readers. Eye readers we call them. They get the meaning by glances. But they are bad readers because they miss the best part of what a good writer puts into his work.

I write to find out what I didn't know I knew.

The strongest and most effective force in guaranteeing the long-term maintenance of power is not violence in all the forms deployed by the dominant to control the dominated, but consent in all the forms in which the dominated acquiesce in their own domination.

Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.

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.

An idea comes as near to something for nothing as you can get.