Robert Frost

Evan Dunkle

3/23/15

6th period

Robert Lee FrostBorn: March,26 1876

Place: San Francisco, California

Parents:William Prescott Frost, Jr his fatherWas a journalist

Isabelle Moodie his momWas of Scottish descent

Early LifeGraduated from

Lawrence High school

Published his first book in his high school newspaper

Attended Dartmouth College for two months when he was accepted into the Theta Delta Chi fraternity.

Adult Lifei. In 1894 his first poem, "My Butterfly:

an Elegy," was published in The Independent

ii. Frost attended Harvard University, but had to drop out after two years due to health concerns

iii. Set many poems in the country side such as the "The Tuft of Flowers" and "The Trial by Existence," would be published in 1906

iv. Could not find any publishers who were willing to underwrite his other poems

Family Spouse: Elinor Miriam White

Children:

Elliot (1896-1904)Lesley(1899-1983)Carol(1902-1940)Irma(1903-1967)Marjorie(1905-1934)Elinor Bettina(1907

PoemsTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo 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 thereHad worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally layIn 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 I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere 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 Road Not Taken

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.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

PoemsOut through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended;I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended;I have come by the highway home, And lo, it is ended. The leaves are all dead on the ground, Save those that the oak is keepingTo ravel them one by one And let them go scraping and creepingOut over the crusted snow, When others are sleeping. And the dead leaves lie huddled and still, No longer blown hither and thither;The last lone aster is gone; The flowers of the witch hazel wither;The heart is still aching to seek, But the feet question ‘Whither?’ Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treasonTo go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason,And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?

Reluctance

He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.If we who sight along it round the world,See nothing worthy to have been its mark,It is because like men we look too near,Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,Our missiles always make too short an arc.They fall, they rip the grass, they intersectThe curve of earth, and striking, break their own; They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.But this we know, the obstacle that checkedAnd tripped the body, shot the spirit onFurther than target ever showed or shone.

A Soldier

Poems– Even the bravest that are slain

– Shall not dissemble their surprise

– On waking to find valor reign,

– Even as on earth, in paradise;

– And where they sought without the sword

– Wide fields of asphodel fore'er,

– To find that the utmost reward

– Of daring should be still to dare.

– The light of heaven falls whole and white

– And is not shattered into dyes,

– The light forever is morning light

– The hills are verdured pasture-wise;

Recognition Found a publisher who would

publish his first book of poems, A Boy’s Will

Reciting poetry to eager crowds and writing all the while

Received more than 40 honorary degrees during his lifetime

Received his first of four Pulitzer Prizes for his book New Hampshire

Awards Pulitzer Prize for Poetry

Robert Frost Medal In 1941

United States Poet Laureate In 1958

Congressional Gold Medal in 1960

Bollingen Prize in 1963

American Academy of Arts and Letters Gold Medal for Poetry in 1939

DeathI. January 29, 1963

II. At the age of 88

III. Place: Boston, Massachusetts

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e.jpg