Robert Frost

He moves in darkness as it seems to meNot of woods only and the shade of trees.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feetWhen far away an interrupted cryCame over houses from another street,But not to call me back or say good-bye;And further still at an unearthly height,A luminary clock against the skyProclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.I have been one acquainted with the night.

Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.

And lonely as it is that lonelinessWill be more lonely ere it will be less--A blanker whiteness of benighted snowWith no expression, nothing to express.They cannot scare me with their empty spacesBetween stars--on stars where no human race is.I have it in me so much nearer homeTo scare myself with my own desert places.

They cannot scare me with their empty spacesBetween stars__n stars where no human race is.I have it in me so much nearer homeTo scare myself with my own desert places.

Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

The only way out is through

If one by one we counted people outFor the least sin, it wouldn't take us longTo get so we had no one left to live with.For to be social is to be forgiving.

Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense.

For, dear me, why abandon a beliefMerely because it ceases to be true?Cling to it long enough, and not a doubtIt will turn true again, for so it goes.Most of the change we think we see in lifeIs due to truths being in and out of favor.As I sit here, and often times, I wishI could be monarch of a desert landI could devote and dedicate foreverTo the truths we keep coming back and back to.___rom "The Black Cottage

But bid life seize the present? It lives less in the present Than in the future always, And less in both together Than in the past. The present Is too much for the senses, Too crowding, too confusing_ Too present to imagine.

God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown,But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown.And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live,And said "To you, my children, These lovely flowers I give.Prune ye my vines and fig trees, With care my flowers tend,But keep the pathway open Your home is at the end."God's Garden

I'd like to get away from earth awhileAnd then come back to it and begin over.May no fate wilfully misunderstand meAnd half grant what I wish and snatch me awayNot to return. Earth's the right place for love:I don't know where it's likely to go better.

They would not find me changed from him they knew _ Only more sure of all I thought was true.

Families break up when they get hints you don't intend and miss hints that you do.

For dear me, why abandon a beliefMerely because it ceases to be true

Nobody was ever meant to remember or invent what he did with every cent.

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.