“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”
Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet
Varianta: Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
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“I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.”
Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet
Varianta: I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.
“I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.”
Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet
Varianta: I am not confused, I'm just well mixed.
“Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.”
Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet
“Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense.”
Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet
Letter to Louis Untermeyer (8 July 1915)
1910s
“Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in.”
Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet
"The Death of the Hired Man" (1914)
1910s
“Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.”
Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet
Title of poem (1942)
1940s
Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet
Zdroj: Poem "The Road Not Taken"
Kontext: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet
Varianta: Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.
“Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee
And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.”
Robert Frost In the Clearing
"Forgive, O Lord," In the Clearing (1962) <br class="br">First published in the Harvard Alumni Bulletin (12 November 1960), p. 157 http://books.google.com/books?id=9J_lAAAAMAAJ&q=%22Forgive+O+Lord+my+little+jokes+on+Thee+And+I'll+forgive+Thy+great+big+one+on+me%22&pg=PA157#v=onepage <br class="br">1960s <br class="br">Varianta: Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.