Robert+Frost+(8)

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==Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less traveled by And that has made all the difference. ==

Born March 26, 1874 in San Francisco California. Died January 29, 1963 in Boston Massachusetts at the age of 88.

New England was influenced the most by Robert Frost mainly in the 20th century.

His Family... Parents: William Prescott Frost Jr. and Isabel Moodie. Siblings: Sister Jeanie. Wife:Elanor Frost. Childeren: Sons Elliot and Carl; Daughters Leslie, Irma, Marjorie, and Elanor.

Education: Lawrence High School in 1892, Dartmouth college for 2 months, 2 years at Harvard tudying liberal arts.

Robert Frost's characteristic in poetry:nature, natural landscape, human existence

Influences... Frost was not influenced by other authors. His poems were based on his own life, experiences, and tragedies. He was also Influenced by death, not only in his family, but it seemed to be everywhere in his life. Both of his daughters died in childbirth, his wife died of heart failure, Son Elliot died of cholera, and lastly his Son Carl committed suicide. this all influenced how he wrote.

Robert Frost had a lot of poems, but "The Road not taken, stopping by woods on a snowy evening, nothing gold can stay, and Fire and ice are most known.

Poems: =__ Nothing Gold Can Stay __=

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay

. =__ 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.

=__ Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening. __=

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]

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 sounds 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.