My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
Quote by Robert Frost
Robert Frost Quotes
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- I took the one less traveled...
I go to school the youth to learn the future.
Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.
If one by one we counted people out For the least sin, it wouldn't take...
Style is that which indicates how the writer takes himself and what he is saying....
The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader.
Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.
Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.
An earthly dog of the carriage breed; Who, having failed of the modern speed, Now...
I'm not confused, I'm just well mixed
And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for...
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
A civilized society is one which tolerates eccentricity to the point of doubtful sanity.
I always entertain great hopes.
Writing a poem is discovering
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane.
Friends make pretence of following to the grave but before one is in it, their...
Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want...
Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.
If we take matrimony at it's lowest, we regard it as a sort of friendship...
To be in love is merely to be in a perpetual state of anesthesia.