Frasi di Robert Lee Frost

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“Due strade trovai nel bosco e io, | io scelsi quella meno battuta. | Ed è per questo che sono diverso.”

“La felicità compensa in altezza ciò che le manca in lunghezza.”

“Perché abbandonare una credenza solo perché cessa di essere vera? Aggrappatevi ad essa abbastanza a lungo e… sarà vera ancora una volta, perché così vanno le cose. La maggior parte dei cambiamenti che pensiamo di vedere nella vita sono dovuti a verità che entrano ed escono dal nostro favore.”

“I Boschi sono amabili ombrosi e profondi.
Ma ho promesse da mantenere,
e miglia da percorrere prima di riposare,
e miglia da percorrere prima di riposare.”

“Il cielo offre i suoi scorci solo a coloro che non sono in una posizione da poterlo guardare troppo da vicino.”

“La poesia inizia in delizia e finisce in saggezza.”

“Accumulare sapienza è male quanto accumulare denaro. Una volta o l'altra bisogna cominciare a far partecipi gli altri di ciò che si sa.”

“Buone recinzioni fanno buoni vicini.”

“Il modo migliore per venirne fuori è sempre buttarsi dentro.”

“La poesia è un modo di prendere la vita alla gola.”

“La tua casa è quel posto dove, se ci devi andare, sono costretti a farti entrare.”

“Quand'ero giovane erano i vecchi i miei maestri. | […] Andavo a scuola dai vecchi per imparare il passato. || Ora che sono vecchio ho per maestri i giovani. | Quel che non può modellarsi dev'essere infranto o piegato. | Lezioni mi torturano che riaprono antiche suture. | Vado a scuola dai giovani per imparare il futuro.”

“Tu ti puoi spingere | indietro per un ruscello di luce | al cielo. | E indietro nella storia sul corso | del tempo. | E questa rapidità ti fu data | non per affrettarti | né soprattutto per | andartene | dove vuoi. | Ma perché nella smania di spandersi | del tutto | a te spetti invece il potere di | fermarti.”

“Di chi sono questi boschi, penso di sapere.”

“Our life runs down in sending up the clock.
The brook runs down in sending up our life.
The sun runs down in sending up the brook.
And there is something sending up the sun.”

“All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.”

“That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.”

“The birds that came to it through the air
At broken windows flew out and in,
Their murmur more like the sigh we sigh
From too much dwelling on what has been.”

““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.”

“I stopped my song and almost heart,
For any eye is an evil eye
That looks in onto a mood apart.”

“Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.”

“Till we came to be
There was not a trace
Of a thinking race
Anywhere in space.”

“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 forevermore
Together wing to wing and oar to oar.”

“Courage is of the heart by derivation,
And great it is. But fear is of the soul.”

“Hell is a half-filled auditorium. ”

“Well, who begun it?”

“Poetry begins in trivial metaphors, pretty metaphors, "grace" metaphors, and goes on to the profoundest thinking that we have. Poetry provides the one permissible way of saying one thing and meaning another. People say, "Why don’t you say what you mean?"”

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”

“'I can repeat the very words you were saying:
"Three foggy mornings and one rainy day
Will rot the best birch fence a man can build."”

“The greatest thing in family life is to take a hint when a hint is intended — and not to take a hint when a hint isn't intended.”

“A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.”

“The best way out is always through.”

“Accept no one’s definition of you, define yourself.”

“Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting ... Read it a hundred times; it will forever keep its freshness as a metal keeps its fragrance. It can never lose its sense of a meaning that once unfolded by surprise as it went.”

“He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbours.””

“I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.

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

“Far in the pillared dark
Thrush music went —
Almost like a call to come in
To the dark and lament.

But no, I was out for stars;
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked;
And I hadn't been.”

“As for the woods' excitement over you
That sends light rustle rushes to their leaves,
Charge that to upstart inexperience.

Where were they all not twenty years ago?
They think too much of having shaded out
A few old pecker-fretted apple trees.”