Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Lee Frostwas an American poet. His work was initially published in England before it was published in America. He is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech. His work frequently employed settings from rural life in New England in the early twentieth century, using them to examine complex social and philosophical themes. One of the most popular and critically respected American poets of the twentieth century, Frost was honored frequently...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth26 March 1874
CitySan Francisco, CA
CountryUnited States of America
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
The snake stood up for evil in the Garden.
I hate the idea that you ought to read the whole of anybody.
Word I was in my life alone, / Word I had no one left but God.
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 the raindrops. Yet knowledge of its causation could not spoil the rainbow for me. I am sure that it is not given to man to be omniscient. There will always be something left to know, something to excite the imagination of the poet and those attuned to the great world in which they live (p. 64)
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, and wants it down.
The difference between a man and his valet: they both smoke the same cigars, but only one pays for them.
Courage is in the air in bracing whiffs Better than all the stalemate an's and ifs.
Courage is of the heart by derivation, And great it is. But fear is of the soul.
'Warm in December, cold in June, you say?' I don't suppose the water's changed at all. You and I know enough to know it's warm Compared with cold, and cold compared with warm. But all the fun's in how you say a thing.
Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air.
Suddenly, quietly, you realize that - from this moment forth - you will no longer walk through this life alone. Like a new sun this awareness arises within you, freeing you from fear, opening your life. It is the beginning of love, and the end of all that came before.
But these are flowers that fly and all but sing: And now from having ridden out desire They lie closed over in the wind and cling Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.
One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.