1874-1963

Robert Frost
Poet of Human Nature

Birth Date: March 26, 1874
Death Date: January 29, 1963

    Born in San Francisco, Robert Frost did not always like poetry.  He didn't take any interest in it until he was in high school in Lawrence, Massachusetts, after moving from San Francisco with his remaining family after the death of his father when Robert was 11.  He started writing around that time, and continued when he enrolled at Dartmouth College, and later Harvard, although never earning an official college degree.  He had many jobs after school, including a teacher, cobbler, and editor.  He soon married Elinor Miriam White, which inspired much of his poetry until her death 1938.  He then continued writing and began teaching in Boston, Massachusetts, before his death in 1963.

Writing Career

    His first published poem, "The Butterfly," in the New York newspaper The Independent in 1894, was the beginning of his official public writing career.  By 1915, he had two collections of poems.  Throughout the years, he created more and more collections, gathering fame and popularity with each publication.  He won four Pulitzer prizes and the loyalty of many avid readers.  He is often called one of the best American poets in history, and, in many ways, he is.  Robert frost was a truly amazing man with an very interesting view on life.  His poetry will be respected and read for years to come.

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; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them 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 I 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.

Robert Frost

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