Robert Lee Frost
March 26 1874 - January 29 1963
San Francisco, Ca
Robert was born in San Francisco on 1874, he was born to a journalist. His dad was a teacher then became a journalist for the San Francisco Evening Bulletin. When his dad died his family moved to Lawrence, Massachusetts to live with his grandfather and family. He went to school at Lawrence High school then went to college at St. Lawrence university. Robert sold his first copy of poetry in 1894 called My Butterfly for 15 dollars, which today is 409 dollars. He was very happy and decided to propose to Elinor Miriam White, but she said no, because she wanted to finish college before they got married. After she graduated Robert asked again and she said yes on December 19, 1895. Robert then went to Harvard for 2 years but got sick and had to leave.
In 1912 Robert sailed with his family to Britain and then stayed at beacons field which is right outside of Britain. His first book of poetry was called A Boy's Will and was published the next year they were there. In England he met Edward Thomas. Robert met many contemporary poets in England, after his first two poetry volumes were published in London "A Boy's will" and "North of Boston".When World War I began, Robert went back to America in 1915 and bought a farm in Franconia, New Hampshire where he started his career of writing and teaching . During the years of 1916–1938 Robert taught English at Amherst in Massachusetts. Robert Frost then died on December 1963.
A Late Walk
When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.
And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words
A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.
I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you
The person taking a late walk and is going through a field that has been harvested, so all that is left is the stubble that appears headless since its grain has been cut off. And the aster flower is a symbol of love.