Robert Frost Quotes

The already known had once more been confirmed By psychological experiment....
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "At Woodward's Gardens."
It is the future that creates his present. All is an interminable chain of longing.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Escapist—Never."
The play seems out for an almost infinite run. Don't mind a little thing like the actors fighting.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "It Bids Pretty Fair."
I farm a pasture where the boulders lie As touching as a basketful of eggs....
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Of the Stones of the Place."
Then cut down the trees when lumber grown, And there's your pristine earth all freed From lovely blooming but wasteful weed And ready again for the grass to own.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Something for Hope."
"Well then, it's Granny speaking: 'I dunnow! Mebbe I'm wrong to take it as I do. There ain't no names quite like the old ones, though, Nor never will be to my way of thinking. One mustn't bear too hard on the newcomers, But there's a dite too many of them for comfort....'"
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Generations of Men."
What comes over a man, is it soul or mind That to no limits and bounds he can stay confined? You would say his ambition was to extend the reach Clear to the Arctic of every living kind. Why is his nature forever so hard to teach That though there is no fixed line between wrong and right, There are roughly zones whose laws must be obeyed?
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "There Are Roughly Zones."
Out of the mud two strangers came
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Two Tramps in Mud Time (l. 1). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Eyes seeking the response of eyes Bring out the stars, bring out the flowers, Thus concentrating earth and skies So none need be afraid of size. All revelation has been ours.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "All Revelation."
Who said it mattered What monkeys did or didn't understand? They might not understand a burning-glass. They might not understand the sun itself. It's knowing what to do with things that counts.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "At Woodward's Gardens."