Poetry is the renewal of words, setting them free, and that's what a poet is doing: loosening the words. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Poets like Shakespeare know more about poetry than any $25 an hour man. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. — 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
“But no, I was out for stars: I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.” — 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
It is absurd to think that the only way to tell if a poem is lasting is to wait and see if… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Freedom is slavery some poets tell us. Enslave yourself to the right leader's truth, Christ's or Karl Marx', and it will set… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Before now poetry has taken notice Of wars, and what are wars but politics Transformed from chronic to acute and bloody? — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“I could give all to Time except -- except What I myself have held. But why declare The things forbidden that while… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Never discuss the poem you contemplate writing. It's like turning on the outside spigot. It takes all the pressure off the upstairs… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“More than once I should have lost my soul to radicalism if it had been the originality it was mistaken for by… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
For me the initial delight is in the surprise of remembering something I didn't know I knew. I have never started a… — 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
I have just been to a city in the West, a city full of poets, a city they have made safe for… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. . . . Read it… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Of course there is matter for remark in poems. Nobody denies that. But it must be solemnly laid on everybody in this… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Poetry begins in trivial metaphors, pretty metaphors, "grace" metaphors, and goes on to the profoundest thinking that we have. Poetry provides the… — 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
“I won't have it, in poetry, that bulk counts. People say to me, 'Now settle down and do a long work, since… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Sentences are not different enough to hold the attention unless they are dramatic. No ingenuity of varying structure will do. All that… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“One of my wishes is that those dark trees. So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze. Were not, as 'twere,… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though;… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“Where had I heard this wind before Change like this to a deeper roar? What would it take my standing there for,… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“Acquainted with the Night I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. I… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“Reluctance Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“Tree At My Window Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never… — 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 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
