Something sinister in the tone Told me my secret must be known: Word I was in the house alone Somehow must have gotten abroad, Word I was in my life alone, Word I had no one left but God.
Robert FrostMy definition of poetry (if I were forced to give one) would be this: words that have become deeds.
Robert FrostMy goal in life is to unite my avocation with my vocation, As my two eyes make one in sight.
Robert Frost