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?
Robert FrostSo when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may choose something like a star To stay our minds on and be staid.
Robert FrostThe chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race
Robert FrostAt bottom the world isn't a joke. We only joke about it to avoid an issue with someone, to let someone know that we know he's there with his questions; to disarm him by seeming to have heard and done justice to his side of the standing argument.
Robert FrostIn A Glass of Cider It seemed I was a mite of sediment That waited for the bottom to ferment So I could catch a bubble in ascent. I rode up on one till the bubble burst, And when that left me to sink back reversed I was no worse off than I was at first. I'd catch another bubble if I waited. The thing was to get now and then elated.
Robert Frost