When I see birches bend to left and right... I like to think some boy's been swinging them. — 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
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
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud And goes down burning into the gulf below, No voice in nature… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is not to bar Our passage to… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. — 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
I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Poetry is play. I'd even rather have you think of it as a sport. For instance, like football. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The sister's face Fell all in wrinkles of responsibility. She wanted to do right. She'd have to think. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
New is a word for fools in towns who think Style upon style in dress and thought at last Must get somewhere. — 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
