Quotations Of Robert Frost :

[*Sarlaa*]

You can hear the small buzz saws whine, the big saw Caterwaul to the hills around the village As they both bite the wood. It's all our music. One ought as a good villager to like it. No doubt it has a sort of prosperous sound, And it's our life." "Yes, when it's not our death."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Self-Seeker."

 

[*Sarlaa*]

in this air of withering sweetness ...

 

[*Sarlaa*]

everyone developing A language of his own to write his book in, And one to cap the climax by combining All language in a one-man tongue-confusion.

 

[*Sarlaa*]

Where my imaginary line Bends square in woods, an iron spine And pile of real rocks have been founded.

 

[*Sarlaa*]

Courage is in the air in bracing whiffs Better than all the stalemate an's and ifs.

 

[*Sarlaa*]

Spirit enters flesh And for all it's worth Charges into earth In birth after birth Ever fresh and fresh.

 

[*Sarlaa*]

You linger your little hour and are gone, And still the woods sweep leafily on....

 

[*Sarlaa*]

You linger your little hour and are gone, And still the woods sweep leafily on....

 

[*Sarlaa*]

For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns ..

 

[*Sarlaa*]

wanted there should be some there next year." "Of course you did. You left the rest for seed, And for the backwoods woodchuck. You're the girl! A Ram's Horn orchid seedpod for a woodchuck Sounds something like. Better than farmer's beans To a discriminating appetite...."

 

[*Sarlaa*]

Some say existence like a Pirouot And Pirouette, forever in one place, Stands still and dances, but it runs away; It seriously, sadly, runs away To fill the abyss's void with emptiness.

 

[*Sarlaa*]

You mean about success, And how by its own logic it concentrates All wealth and power in too few hands?

 

[*Sarlaa*]

You mean about success, And how by its own logic it concentrates All wealth and power in too few hands?

 

[*Sarlaa*]

There is a call to life a little sterner, And braver for the earner, learner, yearner. Less criticism of the field and court And more preoccupation with the sport.

 

[*Sarlaa*]

Anything we saw And thus fastened on With an epithet, We would see to yet We would want to touch, Not to mention clutch.

 

[*Sarlaa*]

Still it wouldn't reward the watcher to stay awake In hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break On his particular time and personal sight. That calm seems certainly safe to last tonight.

 

[*Sarlaa*]

I had to drop the armful in the road And try to stack them in a better load.

 

[*Sarlaa*]

Yours are no common feet. The lawyer don't know what it is he's buying: So many miles you might have walked you won't walk. You haven't run your forty orchids down.

 

[*Sarlaa*]

It must be the brook Can trust itself to go by contraries The way I can with you—and you with me— Because we're—we're—I don't know What we are.

 

[*Sarlaa*]

It must be the brook Can trust itself to go by contraries The way I can with you—and you with me— Because we're—we're—I don't know What we are.