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
Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.
You're searching... For things that don't exist; I mean beginnings. Ends and beginnings - there are no such things. There are only middles.
Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.
There is absolutely no reason for being rushed along with the rush. Everybody should be free to go slow.
The only way round is through.
How many times it thundered before Franklin took the hint! How many apples fell on Newton's head before he took the hint! Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.
Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.
The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.
A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.
Hope is not found in a way out but a way through.
Thinking is not to agree or disagree. That's voting.
Unless you are educated in metaphor, you are not safe to be let loose in the world.
I don't like to see things on purpose. I like them to soak in. A friend . . . asked me to go to the top of the Empire State Building once, and I told him that he shouldn't treat New York as a sight-it's feeling, an emotional experience. And the same with every place else.
We can make a little order where we are, and then the big sweep of history on which we can have no effect doesn't overwhelm us. We do it with colors, with a garden, with the furnishings of a room, or with sounds and words. We make a little form, and we gain composure.