Robert Frost
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

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The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

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Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee,
And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.

"Cluster of Faith"

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In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

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