Robert Frost

“A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has...”

“Acquainted with the Night I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city...”

“INTO MY OWN One of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto the edge of doom....”

“Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?”

“GATHERING LEAVES Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a great noise Of rustling all day Like rabbit and deer Running away. But t...”

“Fireflies in the Garden By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in size, (And they...”

“A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.”

“I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.”

“A poem is never a put-up job, so to speak. It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with.”

“Keats mourned that the rainbow, which as a boy had been for him a magic thing, had lost its glory because the physicists had found it resulted merely from the refraction of the sunlight by t...”

“I've given offense by saying I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.”

“Two such as you with such a master speed Cannot be parted nor be swept away From one another once you are agreed That life is only life forevermore Together wing to wing and oar to oar”

“আমি তো হয়েই গেছি একজন নিশিরাত সাথী। হেঁটেছি বৃষ্টিতে ভিজে– বৃষ্টিতেই ফিরেও এসেছি। পার হয়ে গেছি আমি শহরের দূরতম বাতি। সর্বাধিক দুঃখক্লিষ্ট গলি আমি স্বচক্ষে দেখেছি দায়িত্বপালনকারী দারোয়ানে কাট...”

“The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader. I know people who read without hearing the sentence sounds and they were the fastest readers. Eye readers we call them. They get the...”

“But yield who will to their separation, My object in living is to unite My avocation and my vocation As my two eyes make one in sight.”

“Nor is there wanting in the press Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in it nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth. The tale of earth's unhonored things Sounds nobler there than 'ne...”

“What is done is done for the love of it- or not really done at all.”

“I could give all to Time except -- except What I myself have held. But why declare The things forbidden that while the Customs slept I have crossed to Safety with? For I am There, And what I...”

“La strada non presa Due strade divergevano in un bosco d'autunno e dispiaciuto di non poterle percorrere entrambe, essendo un solo viaggiatore, a lungo indugiai fissandone una, più lontano c...”

“All thought is a feat of association.”