Robert Frost: Biography
Robert Frost
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Robert Frost was a poet and an educator. He was born on March 26, 1874
in San-Francisco California for 11 years With his mother Isabelle Moodie and his father William Prescott Frost. he had 1 sister named Jeanie. Until his father died, he his sister and mother moved to Lawrence Massachusetts with his grandparents. he attended the high school there and met Elinor White who he soon will Mary in December 19, 1895. After high school in 1892, he went to Dartmouth University for a few months before dropping out. later in 1894 he created his first poem, "My Butterfly: an Elegy," published in The Independent, a weekly journal in New York City. After marrying Elinor, they had their first child, Elliot, in 1896. Robert Frost went to Harvard in 1897 but dropped out cause of health issues. He, Elinor and Elliot moved to a farm in New Hampshire where Elinor gave birth to four more children, Carol (1902), who would commit suicide in 1940, Irma (1903), who later developed mental illness, Marjorie (1905), and Elinor (1907). Two Frost children died. Elliot died of cholera in 1900, and Elinor died from complications at birth just weeks after she was born. in 1938 Elinor Died of cancer. And Robert was left as a teacher at many colleges, and he still wrote poems. In 1924, he received his first Pulitzer Prize for his book "New Hampshire". He would win 3 other Pulitzer prizes for Collected Poems In 1931, Further Range, In 1937 and A Witness Tree, In 1943. Quote by Robert Frost: "The ear does it, the ear is the only true writer, and the only true reader". |
Here Are Some of Robert Frost's Poems
Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening:
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. |
The Road Not Taken:
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; Through as for that the passing there Had worn the 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 on to way I doubted if 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. |
The Peaceful Shepard:
If heaven were to do again, And on the pasture bars, I leaned to line the figures in Between the dotted stars, I should be tempted to forget, I fear, the Crown of Rule, The scales of Trade, the Cross of Faith, as Hardly worth renewal. For these have governed in our lives, And see how men have warred. The Cross, the Crown, the Scales may all As well have been the Sword. Photo: Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening
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