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
Oh I kept the first for another dayYet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if should ever come back.
It's God - I'd have known Him by Blake's picture anywhere
A champion of the working man has never yet been known to die of overwork.
A champion of the working class has never been known to die of overwork
I turned to speak to God About the world's despair; But to make bad matters worse, I found God wasn't there
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.
It looked as if a night of dark intentWas coming, and not only a night, an age.Someone had better be prepared for rage.There would be more than ocean-water brokenBefore God's last 'Put out the Light' was spoken
We love things we love what they are.
A man will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body -- the wishbone.
A successful lawsuit is one worn by a policeman
You're searching, Joe, for things that don't exist; I mean beginnings. Ends and beginnings -- there are no such things. There are only middles.
The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.
This as it will be seen is other far / Than with brooks taken otherwhere in song. / We love the things we love for what they are.
Style is the mind skating circles around itself as it moves forward