Poet - Robert Frost
A scent of ripeness from over a wall.
And come to leave the routine road
And look for what had made me stall,
There, sure enough was an apple tree
That had eased itself of its summer load.
And of all but its trivial foiliage free,
Now breathed as light as a lady’s fan.
For there had been an apple fall
As complete as the apple had given man.
The ground was one circle of solid red.
May something always go unharvested!
May much stay out of our stated plan,
Apples or something forgotten and left,
So smelling their sweetness would be no theft.
More verses and quotess by Robert Frost:
"A poem begins as a lump in the throat,
a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."
"Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee,
and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me."
"I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew.
Writing a poem is discovering."
"In three words
I can sum up everything I've learned about life:
it goes on."