March 26 1874 - January 29 1963
Born in San Francisco California
Robert lived in California until his dad died. His family then moved to Massachusetts. His first ever poem was published in his high school news letter. He went to college for 2 months but after that went home to help his mother. He sold his first poem for $15 ($409 today) h later married Elinor White. He went on to go to Harvard university. He stayed for 2 years but dropped out due to serious sickness.
Many people thought Robert's writing weren't modern enough. They said that he needed to make his poems a little more like the life they were living right then. There was one critic that said of Frost's work that you needed to read it without thinking about the time period but to think of the story it was telling. Robert often wrote about sad times like his one book, North of Boston. Many people disagree with this and say many of his other poems were full of spirit.
How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--
As if with keenness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,--
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.