Robert Frost Quotes

Once they came on a maple in a glade, Standing alone with smooth arms lifted up, And every leaf of foliage she'd worn Laid scarlet and pale pink about her feet.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Maple."
Birch boughs enough piled everywhere! All fresh and sound from the recent ax. Time someone came with cart and pair And got them off the wild flowers' backs.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Pea Brush."
For, dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true. Cling to it long enough, and not a doubt It will turn true again, for so it goes.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Black Cottage."
But he sent her Good-by, And said to be good, And wear her red hood, And look for skunk tracks In the snow with an ax— And do everything!
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Last Word of a Bluebird (l. 15-20). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Out alone in the winter rain, Intent on giving and taking pain.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Thatch."
He will be starting pretty late. He'll find that Asiatic state Is about tired of being looted While having its beliefs disputed.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "America Is Hard to See."
Between the house and barn the gale Got him by something he had on And blew him out on the icy crust That cased the world, and he was gone!
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Brown's Descent."
All those who try to go it sole alone, Too proud to be beholden for relief, Are absolutely sure to come to grief.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Haec Fabula Docet."
Your mother named you. You and she just saw Each other in passing in the room upstairs, One coming this way into life, and one Going the other out of life you know?
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Maple."
Small good to anything growing wild, They were crooking many a trillium That had budded before the boughs were piled And since it was coming up had to come.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Pea Brush."