What did Robert Frost mean by: The trees that have it in their pent-up buds To darken nature and be summer woods. - Robert Frost Poet · USA Copy
+ I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering. Feraz Zeid, March 29, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Frost, Discovery, Journey, Process, 0 - Robert Frost Poet · USA
+ The people I want to hear about are the people who take risks. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Frost, Risk, 0 - Robert Frost Poet · USA
+ Nothing can make injustice just but mercy. Feraz Zeid, February 19, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Frost, Injustice, Justice, Mercy, 0 - Robert Frost Poet · USA
+ The only way round is through. Feraz Zeid, May 19, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Frost, Courage, Perseverance, Strength, 0 - Robert Frost Poet · USA
+ If the day ever comes when they know who They are, they may know better where they are. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Frost, Home, 0 - Robert Frost Poet · USA
+ Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things. Feraz Zeid, February 9, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Frost, Baseball, 0 - Robert Frost Poet · USA
+ Poetry is what gets lost in translation. Feraz Zeid, May 27, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Frost, Loss, Poetry, 0 - Robert Frost Poet · USA
+ College is a refuge from hasty judgment. Feraz Zeid, July 16, 2023December 29, 2023, Robert Frost, College, Refuge, 0 - Robert Frost Poet · USA
Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness – why must they go out of the summer world into darkness? - Willa Cather Author
We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs. - Jean-Dominique Bauby Journalist · France
To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France
One benefit of Summer was that each day we had more light to read by. - Jeannette Walls Journalist · USA
That was the summer of 1963, when everybody called me ‘Baby,’ and it didn’t occur to me to mind. - Jennifer Grey
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors. - Matsuo Basho Poet · Japan
