A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. – Robert Frost
The land was ours before we were the land s. She was our land more than a hundred years before we were her people. – Robert Frost
The difference between a job and a career is the difference between forty and sixty hours a week. – Robert Frost
Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs. – Robert Frost
But I liked Yeats! That wild Irishman. I really loved his love of language, his flow. His chaotic ideas seemed to me just the right thing for a poet. Passion! He was always on the right side. He may be wrongheaded, but his heart was always on the right side. He wrote beautiful poetry. – Chinua Achebe