Robert Lee Frost

United States
26 Mar 1874 // 29 Jan 1963
Poeta

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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.

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.

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.

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.

Dust of Snow, 1923

If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes
Will keep my talk from getting overwise,
I'm not the one for putting off the proof.
Let it be overwhelming.

Dust in the Eyes, 1928
A poem ... begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. ... It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Letter to Louis Untermeyer, January 1, 1916
Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence. Education is hanging around until you've caught on.
And were an epitaph to be my story
I'd have a short one ready for my own.
I would have written of me on my stone:
I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

The Lesson for Today, 1942

She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when a sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
So that in guys it gently sways at ease.

The Silken Tent, 1942
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