Born March 26, 1974 in San Francisco, CA
Died January 29, 1963 in Boston, MA
Robert Frost was a poet and playwriter. His father Willian Frost wrote novels but was a teacher. his father died when Robert was 11 years old. His first poem My Butterfly. An Elegy published in 1894. He went to Harvard for college. He was a very successful poet until he died.
Robert Frost received many awards for his poetry. He even recieved an award called the Robert Frost award. he also recieved many more award like, United States Poet Laureate,Congressional Gold Medal, Robert Frost Medal, Bollingen Prize, American Academy of Arts and Letters Gold Medal for Poetry. He has a memorial, The Robert Frost Farm in New Hampshire. When he sold his first poem he sold it for 15 dollars, that is 409 dollars today. He is buried in the Bennington old cemetary
Ghost house by Robert Frost
I DWELL in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.
O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.
I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;
The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.
It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me--
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.
They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,--
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.