Robert Frost Biography<br />(1874 - 1963)<br />Born Robert Lee FrostMarch 26, 1874San Francisco, California, United States.<br />Died January 29, 1963 (aged 88)Boston, Massachusetts, United States.<br />Occupation Poet, Playwright.<br />By: Ahmed Sosal A.<br />
Frost’s Early Years<br /><ul><li>Robert Lee Frost was born March 26, 1874 in San Francisco, California, to Isabelle Moodie a schoolteacher and William Prescott Frost , a journalist and teacher, died when Frost was about eleven years old.
In 1892 Frost graduated </li></ul>From a high school where <br />he was the valedictorian <br />(top in his class) and poet <br />of his class. He attended <br />Darthmouth College for <br />a few months.<br />
In 1895 he married a former schoolmate, Elinor White; they had six children. Till 1897, they taught together in school.<br /> Then Robert Frost <br />moved to study in<br /> Harvard, but he left <br />without receiving <br />a degree.<br />
He went back home to teach and did several other jobs including delivering newspapers. He did not enjoy these jobs at all, feeling his true calling as a poet.<br />In 1894 The New York Independent published Frost's poem 'My Butterfly' for fifteen dollars and he had five poems privately printed.<br />
<ul><li>In 1906 Frost was stricken with pneumonia (a disease that causes inflammation of the lungs) and almost died.
In 1912 Frost sold his farm and </li></ul>Took his wife and four young children to<br /> to England. There he published his <br />first collection of poems,<br /> A BOY'S WILL, at the age of 39. <br />It was followed by NORTH BOSTON <br />(1914), which gained international <br />reputation.<br /><ul><li>It was in England that he met such poets as Rupert Brooke, T.E. Hulme and Robert Graves, and established his lifelong friendship with Ezra Pound, who helped to promote and publish his work. Pound was the first American to write a (favorable) review of Frost’s work</li></li></ul><li><ul><li>Frost returned to the US in 1915. Sudden fame embarrassed Frost , and by the 1920s, he was the most celebrated poet in North America, winning four Pulitzer Prizes.
In 1920 Frost purchased a farm in South Shaftsbury, Vermont, near Middlebury College where he cofounded the Bread Loaf School and Conference of English. His wife died in 1938 and he lost four of his children.
Frost taught later at Amherst College (1916-38) and Michigan universities. In 1916 he was made a member of the National Institute of Arts and Letters. On the same year appeared his third collection of verse, MOUNTAIN INTERVAL.</li></li></ul><li>Achievements<br /><ul><li>Among the honors and rewards Frost received </li></ul> A master of Arts, the first of many <br />academic honors (1918), <br />Frost served on the Harvard staff from <br />1936 to 1937 and received an honorary <br />doctorate, <br />In 1957 he returned to England to receive<br /> doctoral degrees from Oxford and Cambridge,<br /> tributes from the U.S. Senate (1950),<br /> the American Academy of Poets (1953), New York University (1956), and the Huntington Hartford Foundation (1958), <br />the Congressional Gold Medal (1962),a<br /> the Edward MacDowell Medal (1962).<br />
<ul><li>He participated in the inauguration of President John Kennedy in 1961 by reciting two of his poems. When the sun and the wind prevented him from reading his new poem, 'The Preface', Frost recited his old poem, 'The Gift Outright', from memory.</li></li></ul><li>General Themes<br /><ul><li>Frost's poems show deep appreciation of natural world and sensibility about the human aspirations. His images - woods, stars, houses, brooks, - are usually taken from everyday life.
In a sense, Frost stands at the crossroads of nineteenth-century American poetry and modernism, for in his verse may be found the culmination of many nineteenth-century tendencies and traditions as well as parallels to the works of his twentieth-century contemporaries.
His work frequently employed</li></ul>themes from the early 1900s rural life in New England.<br />
Major Themes:<br />nature(as in "After Apple-Picking")<br />Extinction or Death(as in “Fire and Ice” )<br />Isolation of the Individual( in “Desert Places”)<br />Duty(in “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening“)<br />Rationality versus Imagination(in "Birches“)<br />Rural Life versus Urban Life<br />Communication.<br />
Stopping by woods on snowy evening.</li></li></ul><li>
<ul><li>The poem that he is most known for today is “ The Road Not Taken” which was published in 1916.
One of the original collections of Frost materials, to which he himself contributed, is found in the Special Collections department of the Jones Library in Amherst, Massachusetts. The collection consists of approximately twelve thousand items, including original manuscript poems and letters, correspondence, and photographs, as well as audio and visual recordings</li></li></ul><li><ul><li>Plays;
A Way Out: A One Act Play (Harbor Press, 1929).
The Cow's in the Corn: A One Act Irish Play in Rhyme (Slide Mountain Press, 1929).
A Masque of Mercy. </li></li></ul><li>Frost’s Death<br /><ul><li> Frost died of complications after an operation in Boston, Massachusetts on January 29, 1963. He was 88 years old.</li></li></ul><li>Desert places<br />By Robert Frost<br />Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fastIn a field I looked into going past,And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,But a few weeds and stubble showing last.The woods around it have it—it is theirs.All animals are smothered in their lairs.I am too absent-spirited to count;The loneliness includes me unawares.And lonely as it is, that lonelinessWill be more lonely ere it will be less—A blanker whiteness of benighted snowWith no expression, nothing to express.They cannot scare me with their empty spacesBetween stars—on stars where no human race is.I have it in me so much nearer homeTo scare myself with my own desert places.<br />
The Silken Tent<br />by Robert Frost<br />She is as in a field a silken tent<br />At midday when a sunny summer breeze<br />Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,<br />So that in guys it gently sways at ease,<br />And its supporting central cedar pole,<br />That is its pinnacle to heavenward<br />And signifies the sureness of the soul,<br />Seems to owe naught to any single cord,<br />But strictly held by none, is loosely bound<br />By countless silken ties of love and thought<br />To everything on earth the compass round,<br />And only by one's going slightly taut<br />In the capriciousness of summer air<br />Is of the slightest bondage made aware<br />