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
A poem begins with a lump in the throat
We ran as if to meet the moon.
The only way around is through.
A champion of the workingman has never been known to die of overwork.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.
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?
Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.
But not gold in commercial quantities, Just enough gold to make the engagement rings And marriage rings of those who owned the farm. What gold more innocent could one have asked for?
Courage is the human virtue that counts most-courage to act on limited knowledge and insufficient evidence. That's all any of us have.
Don't be an agnostic. Be something.
Come grow old with me, for the best is yet to come!
The land was ours before we were the land's. She was our land more than a hundred years Before we were her people.
Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars—on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places.