Robert Lee Frost: Citáty v angličtine (page 2)
Robert Lee Frost bol americký básnik. Citáty v angličtine.
“Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee
And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.”
"Forgive, O Lord," In the Clearing (1962)
First published in the Harvard Alumni Bulletin (12 November 1960), p. 157 http://books.google.com/books?id=9J_lAAAAMAAJ&q=%22Forgive+O+Lord+my+little+jokes+on+Thee+And+I'll+forgive+Thy+great+big+one+on+me%22&pg=PA157#v=onepage
1960s
Varianta: Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.
Zdroj: Poem "The Road Not Taken"
Kontext: 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 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.
“Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense.”
Letter to Louis Untermeyer (8 July 1915)
1910s
“A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.”
Varianta: A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.
“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”
Varianta: Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Mountain Interval (1920), 5. In the Home Stretch, Line 187-192
General sources
Kontext: “My dear,
It’s who first thought the thought. You’re searching, Joe,
For things that don’t exist; I mean beginnings.
Ends and beginnings—there are no such things.
There are only middles.
The portion of "The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom." is often misquoted as: Poetry begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
The Figure a Poem Makes (1939)
Kontext: It should be of the pleasure of a poem itself to tell how it can. The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom. The figure is the same as for love. No one can really hold that the ecstasy should be static and stand still in one place. It begins in delight, it inclines to the impulse, it assumes direction with the first line laid down, it runs a course of lucky events, and ends in a clarification of life-not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion. It has denouement. It has an outcome that though unforeseen was predestined from the first image of the original mood-and indeed from the very mood. It is but a trick poem and no poem at all if the best of it was thought of first and saved for the last. It finds its own name as it goes and discovers the best waiting for it in some final phrase at once wise and sad-the happy-sad blend of the drinking song.