Robert Frost
Evan Dunkle
3/23/15
6th period
Robert Lee Frost
Born: March,26 1876
Place: San Francisco, California
Parents:
William Prescott Frost, Jr his father
Was a journalist
Isabelle Moodie his mom
Was of Scottish descent
Early Life
Graduated from
Lawrence High school
Published his first book
in his high school
newspaper
Attended Dartmouth
College for two months
when he was accepted
into the Theta Delta Chi
fraternity.
Adult Life
i.
In 1894 his first poem, "My Butterfly:
an Elegy," was published in The
Independent
ii. Frost attended Harvard University,
but had to drop out after two years
due to health concerns
iii. Set many poems in the country side
such as the "The Tuft of Flowers" and
"The Trial by Existence," would be
published in 1906
iv. Could not find any publishers who
were willing to underwrite his other
poems
Family
Spouse: Elinor Miriam White
Children:
Elliot (1896-1904)
Lesley(1899-1983)
Carol(1902-1940)
Irma(1903-1967)
Marjorie(1905-1934)
Elinor Bettina(1907
Poems
The Road Not Taken
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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;
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
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.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Poems
Reluctance
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question ‘Whither?’
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
A Soldier
He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an arc.
They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect
The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;
They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.
But this we know, the obstacle that checked
And tripped the body, shot the spirit on
Further than target ever showed or shone.
Poems
–
Even the bravest that are slain
–
Shall not dissemble their surprise
–
On waking to find valor reign,
–
Even as on earth, in paradise;
–
And where they sought without the sword
–
Wide fields of asphodel fore'er,
–
To find that the utmost reward
–
Of daring should be still to dare.
–
The light of heaven falls whole and white
–
And is not shattered into dyes,
–
The light forever is morning light
–
The hills are verdured pasture-wise;
Recognition
 Found a publisher who would
publish his first book of poems, A
Boy’s Will
 Reciting poetry to eager crowds
and writing all the while
 Received more than 40 honorary
degrees during his lifetime
 Received his first of four Pulitzer
Prizes for his book New Hampshire
Awards
 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry
 Robert Frost Medal In 1941
 United States Poet Laureate In
1958
 Congressional Gold Medal in 1960
 Bollingen Prize in 1963
 American Academy of Arts and
Letters Gold Medal for Poetry in
1939
Death
I. January 29, 1963
II. At the age of 88
III. Place: Boston,
Massachusetts
Sources
1) http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/08/Robert_Fros
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2) http://quotations.about.com/cs/poemlyrics/a/The_Trial_By_Ex.htm
3) http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-soldier/
4) http://www.projectshirley.com/images/rfrost/frost1.jpg
5) http://www.biography.com/people/robert-frost-20796091#literary-legacy
6) http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Frost
7) http://www.foodpoisonjournal.com/uploads/image/Pulitzer.jpg
8) http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c3/Jb_modern_frost_2
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