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
Some say the world will end in fire,/ Some say in ice./ From what I've tasted of desire/ I hold with those who favor fire./ But if it had to perish twice,/ I think I know enough of hate/ To say that for destruction ice/ Is also great/ And would suffice.
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year.
Is due to truths being in and out of favor.
Keep cold, young orchard. Goodbye and keep cold. / Dread fifty above more than fifty below.
Just specimens is all New Hampshire has,/ One each of everything as in a show-case/ Which naturally she doesn't care to sell.
Piling up knowledge is as bad as piling up money. You have to begin sometime to kick around what you know.
Originality and initiative are what I ask for my country.
He knew a path that wanted walking; He knew a spring that wanted drinking; A thought that wanted further thinking
There is no arguing with him, for if his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end of it.
My object in living is to uniteMy avocation and my vocationAs my two eyes make one in sight
By working faithfully eight hours a day, you may eventually get to be a boss and work twelve hours a day
''Skepticism,'' is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, ''Well, what have we here?''
So dawn goes down to day/ Nothing gold can stay.