What did Robert Frost mean by: The Moon for all her light and grace Has never learned to know her place. - Robert Frost Poet · USA Copy
+ The old dog barks backward without getting up I can remember when he was a pup. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Frost, Dog, Silly, 0 - Robert Frost Poet · USA
+ A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. Feraz Zeid, May 27, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Frost, Longing, Love, Sad, 0 - Robert Frost Poet · USA
+ A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Frost, Worried, 0 - Robert Frost Poet · USA
+ Possessing what we still were unpossessed by, Possessed by what we now no more possessed. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Frost, Possessed, Possessing, 0 - Robert Frost Poet · USA
+ Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. Feraz Zeid, November 8, 2022January 10, 2024, Robert Frost, Attraction, Desire, Love, 0 - Robert Frost Poet · USA
+ Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Frost, Love, Sweet, 0 - Robert Frost Poet · USA
+ Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Frost, Hiking, Hints, Nature, 0 - Robert Frost Poet · USA
+ An idea is a feat of association, and the height of it is a good metaphor. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Frost, Association, Ideas, 0 - Robert Frost Poet · USA
You can’t make an architect. But you can open the doors and windows toward the light as you see it. - Frank Lloyd Wright Architect · USA
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face? - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we’re for the dark So soon, so soon. - Jean Rhys Writer · Dominica
Every human being is a mixture of light and darkness, trust and fear, love and hate. - Jean Vanier Philosopher and theologian