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
I still say the only education worth anything is self-education.
O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow, Make the day seem to us less brief... Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the land with amethyst...
The poet, as everyone knows, must strike his individual note sometime between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five. He may hold it a long time, or a short time, but it is then that he must strike it or never. School and college have been conducted with the almost express purpose of keeping him busy with something else till the danger of his ever creating anything is past.
There is little much beyond the grave, but the strong are saying nothing until they see.
A true sonnet goes eight lines and then takes a turn for better or worse and goes six or eight lines more.
Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow....
For dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true
You've got to be brave and you've got to be bold. Brave enough to take your chance on your own discrimination, what's right and what's wrong, what's good and what's bad.
Poetry should be common in experience but uncommon in books.
I never take my own side in a quarrel.
Have courage and a little willingness to venture and be defeated.
Yes, of course [this age] is materialistic, but the only way to counteract it is to create spiritual things. Don't worry yourself about the materialism too much. Create and stir other people to create!
Let cloud shapes swarm, / Let chaos storm, / I wait for form.
I fail to see what fun, what satisfaction / A God can find in laughing at how badly / Men fumble at the possibilities...