Robert Frost Quotes

All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. An Old Man's Winter Night (l. 1-3). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Bounds should be set To ingenuity for being so cruel In bringing change unheralded on the unready.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Build Soil."
Free verse leaves out the meter and makes up For the deficiency by church intoning. Free verse, so called, is really cherished prose....
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "How Hard It Is to Keep From Being King When It's in You and in the Situation."
The land may vary more; But wherever the truth may be— The water comes ashore, And the people look at the sea.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Neither Out Far nor In Deep (l. 9-12). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
For brains there is no substitute. "Unless it's sweetbreads," you suggest With innuendo I detest.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Quandary."
Surely you wouldn't grudge the poor old man Some humble way to save his self-respect. He added, if you really care to know, He meant to clear the upper pasture, too.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Death of the Hired Man (l. 51-54). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
"... We need the interruption of the night To ease attention off when overtight, To break our logic in too long a flight, And ask us if our premises are right."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Literate Farmer and the Planet Venus."
And yet 'twould seem that what is sung In happy sadness by the young, Fate has no choice but to fulfill.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Wind and the Rain."
the Omnibus Had no real purpose till it got to us. Never believe it.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Accidentally on Purpose."
Inside the brain Two memories that long had lain Now quivered toward each other, lipped Together, and together slipped; And for a moment all was plain That men have thought about in vain.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "An Unstamped Letter in Our Rural Letter Box."