If the day ever comes when they know who They are, they may know better where they are. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Let's get my incantation right: "I wish I may, I wish I might" Give earth another satellite. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
I alone of English writers have consciously set myself to make music out of what I may call the sound of sense. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
So when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may choose something like a star… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Leaves and bark, leaves and bark, To lean against and hear in the dark. Petals I may have once pursued. Leaves are… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
There are three things, after all, that a poem must reach: the eye, the ear, and what we may call the heart… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
I only hope that when I am free, as they are free to go in quest, of the knowledge beyond the bounds… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate wilfully misunderstand… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Let those possess the land, and only those, Who love it with a love so strong and stupid That they may be… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all.… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The poet, as everyone knows, must strike his individual note sometime between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five. He may hold it… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Sarcastic Science, she would like to know, In her complacent ministry of fear, How we propose to get away from here When… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
GATHERING LEAVES Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The Master Speed No speed of wind or water rushing by but you have speed far greater. You can climb back up… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Unless I'm wrong I but obey The urge of a song: I'm-bound-away! And I may return If dissatisfied With what I learn… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Our lives laid down in war and peace may not Be found acceptable in Heaven's sight. And that they may be is… — 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 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
“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 Image
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 Image
Let him that is without stone among you cast the first thing he can lay his hands on. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
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 Image
And of course there must be something wrong In wanting to silence any song. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
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 Image
