Robert Frost

March 26, 1874 - January 29, 1963
San Francisco, California - Boston, Massachusetts
poet ~ playwright

     Robert Frost was born in San Francisco, California. When his father died he moved to Lawrence, Massachusetts. He was raised in the city but was later known for his association with rural life. He was baptized in the Swedenborgian church but left it as an adult. After college he returned home to teach and work at various jobs. He did not enjoy these jobs feeling that his true calling was poetry.

     Robert sold his first poem in 1894. He made poems for nine years while working on a farm given to him. Frost was praised for his writings about the actions of men and his dramatic monologues which were written in verses. Critics accused him of being too traditional with no modern aspects in his poems. Frost stuck to his traditional style and said that free verse is, " like playing tennis, without the net."

A Dream Pang

I had withdrawn in forest, and my song

Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;

And to the forest edge you came one day

(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,

But did not enter, though the wish was strong:

You shook your pensive head as who should say,

'I dare not - too far in his footsteps stray -

He must seek me would he undo the wrong.

Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all

Behind low boughs the trees let down outside;

And the sweet pang it cost me not to call

And tell you that I saw does still abide.

But 'tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof,

For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.