I haven't seen Robert Frost typed anywhere. What do you think his type is?
The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
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.
INTO MY OWN
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
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.
Quotes by Robert Frost:
"Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one’s definition of your life; define yourself."
"The best way out is always through."
"Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it."
"I am not a teacher, but an awakener."
"Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in."
"Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up."
"I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way."
"Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay."
"I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed."
"They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars—on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places."
"We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows."
"Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found it was ourselves."
"The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work."
"Unless you are educated in metaphor, you are not safe to be let loose in the world."
Last edited by Blue; 11-11-2015 at 07:32 PM.
intuitive, ethical, extrovert.
Installation of the consciousness in the leading bloc: the IEE: importance is place on what’s most interesting and gripping – in these they see potential possibilities and promising trends, both in human society and in the sphere of production, and organize people towards realizing these possibilities.
If not, then the very least lets say xNFx.
He VIs IEE and he kind of resembles T.S. Eliot in his line of writing ...but that's not enough to type him E 5. Most of the poetry he wrote vibes E4/3.
“Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.”
“I am not a teacher, but an awakener.”
“Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense.”
“To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.”