Quotes from Robert Frost

So when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may choose something like a star To stay our minds on and be staid.

People who read me seem to be divided into four groups: twenty-five percent like me for the right reasons; twenty-five percent like me for the wrong reasons; twenty-five percent hate me for the wrong reasons; twenty-five percent hate me for the right reasons. It's that last twenty-five percent that worries me.

He asked with the eyes more than the lips for a shelter for the night

I never dared be radical when young For fear it would make me conservative when old

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

The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.

Nor is there wanting in the press Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in it nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth. The tale of earth's unhonored things Sounds nobler there than 'neath the sun; And the mind whirls and the heart sings, And a shout greets the daring one.

But yield who will their separation, My object in living is to unite My avocation and my vocation As my two eyes make one in sight. 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.

Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in its nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth....

The chief reason for going to school is to get the impression fixed for life that there is a book side for everything.

I've given offense by saying I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.

He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, Good fences make good neighbors.

He thought that I was after him for a feather--- The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.

They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed So low for long, they never right themselves.

THE FIGURE A POEM MAKES No one can really hold that ecstasy should be static and stand still in one place. It begins in delight, it inclines to the impulse, it assumes direction with the first line laid down, it runs a course of lucky events, and ends 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.

So I took the road less traveled by and that has made all the difference.

You can be a little ungrammatical if you come from the right part of the country.

I'm drunk-nonsensical tired out.

Weep for what little things could make them glad.

Revelation WE make ourselves a place apart Behind light words that tease and flout, But oh, the agitated heart Till someone find us really out. 'Tis pity if the case require (Or so we say) that in the end We speak the literal to inspire The understanding of a friend. But so with all, from babes that play At hide-and-seek to God afar, So all who hide too well away Must speak and tell us where they are

Part of a moon was falling down the west, Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills. Its light poured softly in her lap. She saw And spread her apron to it. She put out her hand Among the harp-like morning-glory strings, Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves, As if she played unheard the tenderness That wrought on him beside her in the night.

En un bosque se bifurcaron dos caminos, y yo... Yo tomé el menos transitado. Esto marcó toda la diferencia.

Two such as you with such a master speed Cannot be parted nor be swept away

The line storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day,...