In the words of Robert Frost:
A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.
I cut my own hair. I got sick of barbers because they talk too much. And too much of their talk was about my hair coming out.
An idea is a feat of association, and the height of it is a good metaphor.
You've got to love what's lovable, and hate what's hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.
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.
Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found it was ourselves.
The Vermont mountains stretch extended straight; New Hampshire mountains curl up in a coil.
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose.
I turned to speak to God About the world's despair But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn't there.
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.
One of the hardest things in life to accept is a called third strike.
Unless you are educated in metaphor, you are not safe to be let loose in the world.
As it is more blessed to receive, so it must be more blessed to receive than to give back.
The old dog barks backward without getting up I can remember when he was a pup.
Never discuss the poem you contemplate writing. It's like turning on the outside spigot. It takes all the pressure off the upstairs bathroom.
All there is to writing is having ideas. To learn to write is to learn to have ideas.
Far more violence has been done in obeying the law than in breaking the law.
Time and tide wait for no man, but time always stands still for a woman of 30.
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.
Courage is in the air in bracing whiffs Better than all the stalemate an's and ifs.
Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.
Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.
Freedom is slavery some poets tell us. Enslave yourself to the right leader's truth, Christ's or Karl Marx', and it will set you free.
Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.
Heaven gives its glimpses only to those not in position to look too close.
The trees that have it in their pent-up buds To darken nature and be summer woods.
Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze.
I've given offense by saying I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.
The difference between a job and a career is the difference between forty and sixty hours a week.
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.
Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence.
Humour is the most engaging cowardice. With it myself I have been able to hold some of my enemy in play far out of gunshot.
Everyone asks for freedom for himself, The man free love, the businessman free trade, The writer and talker free speech and free press.
For me the initial delight is in the surprise of remembering something I didn't know I knew. I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew.
Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow.
The land was ours before we were the land's. She was our land more than a hundred years Before we were her people.
The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.
I never knew what was meant by choice of words. It was one word or none.
But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you.
The beauty of enmity is insecurity; the beauty of friendship is in security.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.
Americans are like a rich father who wishes he knew how to give his son the hardships that made him rich.
And nothing to look backward to with pride, and nothing to look forward to with hope.
Courage is the human virtue that counts most-courage to act on limited knowledge and insufficient evidence. That's all any of us have.
There is absolutely no reason for being rushed along with the rush. Everybody should be free to go slow.
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.
Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.
Families break up when they get hints you don't intend and miss hints that you do.
Poetry is what is lost in translation. It is also what is lost in interpretation.
There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't, and that's a wife who can't cook and will.
You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.
A definite purpose, like blinders on a horse, inevitably narrows its possessor's point of view.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.
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