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“They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars—on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
“Come over the hills and far with me
And be my love in the rain.”
Robert Frost, Complete Poems Of Robert Frost, 1949
“I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked,
And I hadn't been.”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
“The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length”
Robert Frost, Complete Poems Of Robert Frost, 1949
“Fireflies in the Garden
By Robert Frost 1874–1963

Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
“For, dear me, why abandon a belief,
Merely because it ceases to be true,
Cling to it long enough, and not a doubt,
It will turn true again, for so it goes.”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
“I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
A luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
“Lodged

"The rain to the wind said,
'You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed.
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged -- though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.”
Robert Frost, Collected Poems of Robert Frost
“Reluctance

Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question 'Whither?'

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
“Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
“For, dear me, why abandon a belief
Merely because it ceases to be true?
Cling to it long enough, and not a doubt
It will turn true again, for so it goes.
Most of the change we think we see in life
Is due to truths being in and out of favor.
As I sit here, and often times, I wish
I could be monarch of a desert land
I could devote and dedicate forever
To the truths we keep coming back and back to.
––from "The Black Cottage”
Robert Frost, Collected Poems of Robert Frost
“I could give all to Time except -- except
What I myself have held. But why declare
The things forbidden that while the Customs slept
I have crossed to Safety with? For I am There,
And what I would not part with I have kept.”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
“He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors.”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
“The Telephone

When I was just as far as I could walk
From here today
There was an hour
All still
When leaning with my head against a flower
I heard you talk.
Don't say I didn't for I heard you say
You spoke from that flower on the window sill-
Do you remember what it was you said '

'First tell me what it was you thought you heard.'

'Having found the flower and driven a bee away
I leaned my head
And holding by the stalk
I listened and I thought I caught the word
What was it
Did you call me by my name
Or did you say
Someone said "Come"
I heard it as I bowed.'

'I may have thought as much but not aloud.'

Well so I came.”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
tags: love, time
“Happiness Makes Up in Height For What It Lacks in Length

Oh, stormy stormy world,
The days you were not swirled
Around with mist and cloud,
Or wrapped as in a shroud,
And the sun’s brilliant ball
Was not in part or all
Obscured from mortal view—
Were days so very few
I can but wonder whence
I get the lasting sense
Of so much warmth and light.
If my mistrust is right
It may be altogether
From one day’s perfect weather,
When starting clear at dawn,
The day swept clearly on
To finish clear at eve.
I verily believe
My fair impression may
Be all from that one day
No shadow crossed but ours
As through its blazing flowers
We went from house to wood
For change of solitude.”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
“He asked with the eyes more than the lips for a shelter for the night”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
“What but design of darkness to appall?- If design govern in a thing so small.”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
“Part of a moon was falling down the west,
Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills.
Its light poured softly in her lap. She saw
And spread her apron to it. She put out her hand
Among the harp-like morning-glory strings,
Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves,
As if she played unheard the tenderness
That wrought on him beside her in the night.”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
“Two such as you with such a master speed
Cannot be parted nor be swept away”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost: The Collected Poems, Complete and Unabridged
“Men work together,” I told him from the heart, “Whether they work together or apart.”
Robert Frost, The Collected Poems, Complete and Unabridged
“My November Guest"

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 walked the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.

Robert Frost, The Complete Poems ( Henry Holt & Co, 1949)”
Robert Frost, Complete Poems Of Robert Frost, 1949
“New' is a word for fools in towns who think / Style upon style in dress and thought at last / Must get somewhere.”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
“The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows.”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
“But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
“All nature seems to weave a circle of / Enchantment round the mind, and give full sway / To flitting thoughts and dreams of bygone years.”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
“PUTTING IN THE SEED     You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper's on the table, and we'll see If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen from the apple tree. (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) And go along with you ere you lose sight Of what you came for and become like me, Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed On through the watching for that early birth When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,   The sturdy seedling with arched body comes Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.”
Robert Frost, The Collected Poems, Complete and Unabridged
“Hyla Brook"

By June our brook's run out of song and speed.
Sought for much after that, it will be found
Either to have gone groping underground
(And taken with it all the Hyla breed
That shouted in the mist a month ago,
Like ghost of sleigh bells in a ghost of snow)—
Or flourished and come up in jewelweed,
Weak foliage that is blown upon and bent,
Even against the way its waters went.
Its bed is left a faded paper sheet
Of dead leaves stuck together by the heat—
A brook to none but who remember long.
This as it will be seen is other far
Than with brooks taken otherwhere in song.
We love the things we love for what they are.”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost