Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
I never knew what was meant by choice of words. It was one word or none. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Lord, I have loved Your sky, Be it said against or for me, Have loved it clear and high, Or low and… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“Lovers, Forget Your love, And List To The Love Of These, She A Window Flower, And He A Winter Breeze.” -Robert Frost”… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Everyone asks for freedom for himself, The man free love, the businessman free trade, The writer and talker free speech and free… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Yet some say Love by being thrall And simply staying possesses all In several beauty that Thought fares far To find fused… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears,… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
You know how cunningly mankind is planned: We have one loving and one hating hand. The loving's made to hold each other… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
It should be of the pleasure of a poem itself to tell how it can. The figure a poem makes. It begins… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
When I see birches bend to left and right... I like to think some boy's been swinging them. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Our very life depends on everythings' recurring til we answer from within. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Summary riposte To the dreary wail There's no knowing what Love is all about. Poets know a lot. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
How many things have to happen to you before something occurs to you? — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
And nothing to look backward to with pride, and nothing to look forward to with hope. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working when you get up in the morning, and doesn't stop until you get to the… — Robert Frost Copy Share
When I see birches bend to left and right... I like to think some boy's been swinging them. — Robert Frost Copy Share
“The promising young poets, the hopefuls? I'd name Richard Wilbur, Peter Viereck, Karl Shapiro, Elizabeth Bishop, Robert Lowell, John Ciardi...Leonard Bacon...but it is still… — Robert Frost Copy Share
Lord, I have loved Your sky, Be it said against or for me, Have loved it clear and high, Or low and stormy... — Robert Frost Copy Share
Let him that is without stone among you cast the first thing he can lay his hands on. — Robert Frost Copy Share
It is only a moment here and a moment there that the greatest writer has. Some cognizance of the fact must be taken in… — Robert Frost Copy Share
And of course there must be something wrong In wanting to silence any song. — Robert Frost Copy Share
There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that… — Robert Frost Copy Share
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But now the theory goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is,… — Robert Frost Copy Share
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me. — Robert Frost Copy Share
What an exciting age it is we live in With all this talk about the hope of youth And nothing made of youth. — Robert Frost Copy Share
There is the fear that we shan't prove worthy in the eyes of someone who knows us at least as well as we know… — Robert Frost Copy Share
