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
Earth would soon Be uninhabitable as the moon. What for that matter had it ever been? Who advised man to come and live therein?
God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live, And said "To you, my children, These lovely flowers I give. Prune ye my vines and fig trees, With care my flowers tend, But keep the pathway open Your home is at the end." God's Garden
I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.
A civilized society is one which tolerates eccentricity to the point of doubtful sanity.
They would not find me changed from him they knew - only more sure of all I thought was true.
My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
Nothing flatters me more than to have it assumed that I could write prose, unless it be to have it assumed that I once pitched a baseball with distinction.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
Time and tide wait for no man, but time always stands still for a woman of 30.
Out alone in the winter rain, / Intent on giving and taking pain.
The difference between a job and a career is the difference between forty and sixty hours a week.
Families break up when they get hints you don't intend and miss hints that you do.
What is done is done for the love of it- or not really done at all.
It looked as if a night of dark intent was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage...