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Robert Frost Quotes - Page 6

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The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader. I know people who read without hearing the sentence sounds and they were the fastest readers. Eye readers we call them. They get the meaning by glances. But they

The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader. I know people who read without hearing the sentence sounds and they were the fastest readers. Eye readers we call them. They get the meaning by glances. But they are bad readers because they miss the best part of what a good writer puts into his work.

Eye, People, Missing

Robert Frost (2014). “The Letters of Robert Frost”, p.176, Harvard University Press

I came from a very intellectual neighborhood. When we played cowboys and Indians as kids, I had to be Gandhi.

Kids, Cowboy, Intellectual

My goal in life is to unite my avocation with my vocation, As my two eyes make one in sight.

Life, Eye, Sight

If one by one we counted people out For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long To get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.

Forgiveness, Long, People

Robert Frost (2016). “The Letters of Robert Frost”, p.316, Harvard University Press

Let cloud shapes swarm, / Let chaos storm, / I wait for form.

Clouds, Waiting, Storm

Meditate nothing. Learn to contemplate. Contemplate glory. There will be a light. Contemplate Truth until it burns your eyes out.

Eye, Light, Glory

Robert Frost (1975). “The poetry of Robert Frost”

The artist in me cries out for design.

Artist, Design, Artistic

Robert Frost (1971). “The poetry of Robert Frost”

The worst disease which can afflict executives in their work is not, as popularly supposed, alcoholism; it's egotism.

Business, Drinking, Alcohol

O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief. Hearts not averse to being beguiled, Beguile us in the way you know. Release one leaf at break of day; At noon release another leaf; One from our trees, one far away.

Morning, Fall, Heart

Robert Frost, Gary D. Schmidt (1994). “Robert Frost”, p.23, Sterling Publishing Company, Inc.

Poetry is the renewal of words, setting them free, and that's what a poet is doing: loosening the words.

Poetry, Renewal, Settings

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.

Art, Philosophy, Writing

Collected Poems (1939) "Figure a Poem Makes"

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. . . . Read it a hundred times; it will forever keep its freshness as a metal keeps its fragrance. It can never lose its sense of a meaning that once unfolded by surprise as it went.

Ice, Poetry, Forever

Robert Frost, Mark Richardson (2007). “The Collected Prose of Robert Frost”, p.133, Harvard University Press

The only way out is through.

Christian Inspirational, Anxiety, Way

Robert Frost, Mark Richardson (2007). “The Collected Prose of Robert Frost”, p.14, Harvard University Press

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

Grief, Flower, Eden

Betsy Melvin, Tom Melvin, Robert Frost (2000). “Robert Frost's New England”, p.29, UPNE

The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is not to bar Our passage to our journey's end for good, But just to ask us who we think we are.

Journey, Thinking, Tree

Robert Frost (1963). “Selected poems”

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.

Change, Heart, Dust

Betsy Melvin, Tom Melvin, Robert Frost (2000). “Robert Frost's New England”, p.25, UPNE

Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.

Writing, Poetry, Tennis

Address to Milton Academy, Milton, Mass., 17 May 1935

The old dog barks backward without getting up I can remember when he was a pup.

Dog, Silly, Pups

Robert Frost (1975). “The poetry of Robert Frost”

The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom... in a clarification of life - not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.

Confusion, Delight, Ends

Collected Poems preface (1939)

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

Inspiration, Poetry, Delight

Collected Poems preface (1939)

A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth.

Stars, Men, Soul And Body

Robert Frost (1975). “The poetry of Robert Frost”

Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.

Water, Confusion, Confusing

Robert Frost (1975). “The poetry of Robert Frost”

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year. Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; And make us happy in the happy bees, The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

Spring, Flower, Thinking

Robert Frost (2013). “Delphi Works of Robert Frost (Illustrated)”, p.10, Delphi Classics

It looked as if a night of dark intent was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage.

Dark, Night, Age

Robert Frost (1971). “The poetry of Robert Frost”

I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.

Powerful, Writing, Poetry

1955 In the NewYork Times, 7 Nov.

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