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Now no joy but lacks salt .That is not dashed with pain and weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.
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Modern poets talk against business, poor things, but all of us write for money. Beginners are subjected to trial by market.
Robert Frost
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The first thing I do in any town I come to is ask if it has a bookstore.
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Why make so much of fragmentary blue. In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
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Poets like Shakespeare know more about poetry than any $25 an hour man.
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Possessing what we still were unpossessed by, Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
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Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found it was ourselves.
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How are we to write The Russian novel in America As long as life goes so unterribly?
Robert Frost
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Before now poetry has taken notice Of wars, and what are wars but politics Transformed from chronic to acute and bloody?
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The middle of the road is where the white line is - and that's the worst place to drive.
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Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.
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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.
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To Time it never seems that he is brave To set himself against the peaks of snow To lay them level with the running wave, Nor is he overjoyed when they lie low, But only grave, contemplative and grave.
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Democracy is the best chance for the best people.
Robert Frost
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I often say of George Washington that he was one of the few in the whole history of the world who was not carried away by power.
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(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.
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I could define poetry this way: it is that which is lost out of both prose and verse in translation.
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What is required is sight and insight- then you might add one more: excite.
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Love has earth to which she clings....
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In heaven we are all ghostwriters, if we write at all.
Robert Frost
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He burned his house down for the fire insurance and spent the proceeds on a telescope.
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How many times it thundered before Franklin took the hint! How many apples fell on Newton's head before he took the hint! Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.
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Life must be kept up at a great rate in order to absorb any considerable amount of learning.
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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.
Robert Frost