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
Friends make pretence of following to the grave but before one is in it, their minds are turned and making the best… — 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
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
The first thing I do in the morning is to make my bed and while I am making up my bed I… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
All thought is a feat of association; having what's in front of you bring up something in your mind that you almost… — 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
