Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me. Robert Frost More Quotes by Robert Frost More Quotes From Robert Frost A breeze discovered my open book And began to flutter the leaves to look Robert Frost breezebooklooks The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, a cloud come over the sunlit arch, And wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March. Robert Frost cloudsspringwind I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart Robert Frost heart-acheabodeheart I am one who has been acquainted with the night Robert Frost has-beensnight Our life runs down in sending up the clock. Robert Frost sunrunninglife I could define poetry this way: it is that which is lost out of both prose and verse in translation. Robert Frost poetrylostway He burned his house down for the fire insurance and spent the proceeds on a telescope. Robert Frost visionfirehouse Men work together, whether they work together or apart. Robert Frost working-togetherteamworkmen Sarcastic Science, she would like to know, Robert Frost zerosarcasticstars The difference between a man and his valet: they both smoke the same cigars, but only one pays for them. Robert Frost differencessmokingmen Something sinister in the tone Told me my secret must be known: Word I was in the house alone Somehow must have gotten abroad, Word I was in my life alone, Word I had no one left but God. Robert Frost tonesecrethouse Poetry begins in trivial metaphors, pretty metaphors, "grace" metaphors, and goes on to the profoundest thinking that we have. Poetry provides the one permissible way of saying one thing and meaning another. People say, "Why don’t you say what you mean?" We never do that, do we, being all of us too much poets. We like to talk in parables and in hints and in indirections - whether from diffidence or some other instinct. Robert Frost meanpeoplethinking I shall set forth for somewhere, I shall make the reckless choice Some say when they are in voice And tossing so as to scare The white clouds over them on, I shall have less to say, But I shall be none. Robert Frost voicewhiteclouds When I was young, I was so interested in baseball that my family was afraid I'd waste my life and be a pitcher. Later they were afraid I'd waste my life and be a poet. They were right. Robert Frost my-familywastebaseball Modern poets talk against business, poor things, but all of us write for money. Beginners are subjected to trial by market. Robert Frost beginnerstrialswriting The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof-prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee, Expend their bloom in vain. Come over the hills and far with me, And be my love in the rain. Robert Frost flowerrainclouds But these are flowers that fly and all but sing: Robert Frost butterflyflowerlying Nature's never quite Robert Frost never-quitdesigngod But this we know, the obstacle that checked Robert Frost targetbodysoul I could give all to Time except--except Robert Frost timegiving
