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All quotes by "Robert Frost"
| Quote | Author |
| Time and Tide wait for no man, but time always stands still for a woman of thirty. |
- Robert Frost |
| A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age. |
- Robert Frost |
| THE ROAD NOT TAKEN Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence:: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. |
- Robert Frost |
| THE ROAD NOT TAKEN Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence:: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. |
- ROBERT FROST |
| THE ROAD NOT TAKEN Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence:: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. |
- ROBERT FROST |
| love poem of the day: THE ROAD NOT TAKEN Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. |
- ROBERT FROST |
| LOVE AND A QUESTION A stranger came to the door at eve, and he spoke the bridegroom fair. he bore a green-white stick in his hand, and, for all burden, care. he asked with the eyes more than the lips for a shelter for the night, and he turned and looked at the road afar without a window light. The bridegroom came forth into the porch with, 'Let us look at the sky, and question what of the night to be, stranger, you and I.' the woodbine leaves littered the yard, the woodbine berries were blue, autumn, yes, winter was in the wind; 'Stranger, I wish I knew.' Within, the bride in the dusk alone bent over the open fire, her face rose-red with the glowing coal and the thought of the heart's desire. The bridegroom looked at the weary road, yet saw but her within, and wished her heart in a case of gold and pinned with a silver pin. The bridegroom thought it little to give a dole of bread, a purse, a heartfelt prayer for the poor of God, or for the rich a curse; but whether or not a man was asked to mar the love of two by harboring woe in the bridal house, the bridegroom wished he knew. |
- ROBERT FROST |
| THE COW IN APPLE TIME Something inspires the only cow of late To make no more of a wall than an open gate, And think no more of wall-builders than fools. Her face is flecked with pomace and she drools A cider syrup. Having tasted fruit, She scorns a pasture withering to the root. She runs from tree to tree where lie and sweeten. The windfalls spiked with stubble and worm-eaten. She leaves them bitten when she has to fly. She bellows on a knoll against the sky. Her udder shrivels and the milk goes dry. |
- ROBERT FROST |