Quote #88
It is the future that creates his present. All is an interminable chain of longing.
More from Robert Frost
- Till we came to be There was not a trace Of a thinking race Anywhere in space.
- 'Well, who begun it?' That's what at the end of a war We always say not who won it, Or what it was foughten for.
- 'Twas Age imposed on poems Their gather-roses burden To warn against the danger That overtaken lovers From being overflooded With happiness…
- Two such as you with such a master speed Cannot be parted nor be swept away From one another once you are agreed That life is only life for…
- Wind goes from farm to farm in wave on wave, But carries no cry of what is hoped to be. There may be little or much beyond the grave, But t…
- Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And mak…
- Deliver us from committees.
- My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbours.'