Robert Lee Frost
United States
26 Mar 1874 // 29 Jan 1963
Poeta
26 Mar 1874 // 29 Jan 1963
Poeta
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Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
Tree at My Window, 1928
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Don't join too many gangs. Join few if any.
Join the United States and join the family
But not much in between unless a college.
Join the United States and join the family
But not much in between unless a college.
Build Soil, 1932
The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.
Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes all the pressure off the second.
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Unless I'm wrong
I but obey
The urge of a song:
I'm 'bound' away!
And I may return
If dissatisfied
With what I learn
From having died.
I but obey
The urge of a song:
I'm 'bound' away!
And I may return
If dissatisfied
With what I learn
From having died.
Away!, 1962
Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.
Tree at My Window, 1928
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, 1923
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
Dust of Snow, 1923
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