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
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.
Any work of art must first of all tell a story.
I have just been to a city in the West, a city full of poets, a city they have made safe for poets. The whole city is so lovely that you do not have to write it up to make it poetry; it is ready-made for you. But, I don't know - the poetry written in that city might not seem like poetry if read outside of the city. It would be like the jokes made when you were drunk; you have to get drunk again to appreciate them.
Style is less the man than the way a man takes himself.
All there is to writing is having ideas. To learn to write is to learn to have ideas.
A breeze discovered my open book And began to flutter the leaves to look