Frost Quote by Peter Davison Download Open image “Frost is the most sophisticated of poets.” — Peter Davison ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.2 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Frost Most Poetry Poets Sophisticated
Of all the poetry written in our generation, Frost's is most likely to stand the test of time — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Frost isn't exactly despised but not enough people have worked out what a brilliant poet he was — Paul Muldoon Copy Share Image
I wonder about all the roads not taken and am moved to quote Frost...but won't. It is sad to be able only to mouth… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Everybody has their own idea of what's a poet. Robert Frost, President Johnson, T.S.Eliot, Rudolf Valentino - they're all poets. I like to think… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
“Because of his unusual way of handling language, Cummings had to travel a long road from the time his early books were ridiculed for… — E.E. Cummings Copy Share Image
People should like poetry the way a child likes snow, and they would if poets wrote it. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“Poetry flows from our hearts. It is like that mass of snow we call a glacier and when it starts its slow movement, it… — Balroop Singh Copy Share Image
When Robert Frost was alive, I was known as the other new England poet, which is to be barely known at all. — Howard Nemerov Copy Share Image
I don't need to praise anything so justly famous as Frost's observation of and empathy with everything in Nature from a hornet to a… — Randall Jarrell Copy Share Image
There are so many things that poetry is about, one of which is memory. — Peter Davison Copy Share Image
I think poetry has lost an awful lot of its muscle because nobody knows any. Nobody has to memorize poetry. — Peter Davison Copy Share Image
Poetry should be able to reach everybody, and it should be able to appeal to all levels of understanding. — Peter Davison Copy Share Image
I would like to be proud of having written some poems that will be remembered, but I will never know whether I will have… — Peter Davison Copy Share Image
Poetry was invented as an mnemonic device to enable people to remember their prayers. — Peter Davison Copy Share Image
My friends never talk to me about my poetry because they're embarrassed that I write it or they're embarrassed by what I write about… — Peter Davison Copy Share Image
I just think that some version of the past in our culture is going to rise up and become dominant. — Peter Davison Copy Share Image
For instance, it's a little better now than it was two or three years ago, but something like 70% of the poems I receive… — Peter Davison Copy Share Image
“All right, you deadly little ghostlings,” I muttered. “Mama says go back to bed! - Cat” — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
My reign is not yet over... you live, and my power is complete. Follow me; I seek the everlasting ices of the north, where… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“But frost, like the crystallized dreams of autumn, began to coat the clearing with its sugar glaze.” — Victoria Logue Copy Share Image
No hardy perennial has the enduring quality of hope. Cut it to the roots, stamp it underfoot, let frost and fire work their will,… — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
I guess the best advice I ever got or anyone could get for doing a talk show, though it has not been easy very… — Dick Cavett Copy Share Image
After a hard frost a man might wake in the morning and find he was breaking a covenant. — William Henry Maule Copy Share Image
Ingratitude is the frost that nips the flower even as it opens, that shrivels the generous apple on the branch, that freezes the fountain… — Ann Wroe Copy Share Image
There is in youth a purity of character which, when once touched and defiled, can never be restored; a fringe more delicate than frost-work,… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
When Robert Frost was alive, I was known as the other new England poet, which is to be barely known at all. — Howard Nemerov Copy Share Image
When everything that ticked has stopped, and space stares, all around, or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, repeal the beating ground. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A ward, and still in bonds, one day I stole abroad; It was high spring, and all the way Primrosed and hung with shade;… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
