Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

''The kind of Unitarian
Who having by elimination got
From many gods to Three, and Three to One,
Thinks why not taper off to none at all.''

''The birch begins to crack its outer sheath
Of baby green and show the white beneath....''

''They must have seen ahead what now appears:
They would bring empires down about our ears
And by the example of our Declaration
Make everybody want to be a nation.''

''Don't discount our powers;
We have made a pass
At the infinite,''

''But with one step backward taken
I saved myself from going.
A world torn loose went by me.''

''By measure. It was word and note,
The wind the wind had meant to be
A little through the lips and throat.
The aim was song the wind could see.''

''Nobody was ever meant
To remember or invent
What he did with every cent.''

''"... You can hear the small buzz saws whine, the big saw
Caterwaul to the hills around the village
As they both bite the wood. It's all our music.
One ought as a good villager to like it.
No doubt it has a sort of prosperous sound,
And it's our life."
"Yes, when it's not our death."''

''... in this air of withering sweetness ...''

''... everyone developing
A language of his own to write his book in,
And one to cap the climax by combining
All language in a one-man tongue-confusion.''