Treasure Island

Robert Frost

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

Quotations

  • ''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.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Mercy."
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  • ''The birch begins to crack its outer sheath
    Of baby green and show the white beneath....''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Young Birch."
  • ''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.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "For John F. Kennedy His Inauguration."
  • ''Don't discount our powers;
    We have made a pass
    At the infinite,''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Kitty Hawk."
  • ''But with one step backward taken
    I saved myself from going.
    A world torn loose went by me.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "One Step Backward Taken."
  • ''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.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Aim Was Song."
  • ''Nobody was ever meant
    To remember or invent
    What he did with every cent.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Hardship of Accounting (l. 3-5). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
  • ''"... 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."''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Self-Seeker."
  • ''... in this air of withering sweetness ...''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Waiting."
  • ''... 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.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Mercy."

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A Time to Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall

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