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Biography of Robert

Frost

“In three words I can sum up everything I've


learned about life — It goes on" -- Robert
Frost

Robert Frost was a poet


from his heart. He
spent his life in many
activities and
adventures, but he always
wanted to work as poet
only. His life of sufferings and struggle made
him write about the struggle of life.

Robert Frost was born on 26 March 1874. He


was born in San Francisco (California, USA).
His father was a teacher turned into a
journalist. He was a native of England. His
mother was from Scotland. The name of his
father was William Prescott Frost, Jr. The
name of my mother was Isabelle Moodie. His
father died in 1885 and his mother died in
1900. at that time, he was in a very difficult
financial conditions.

He always wanted to write on


rural life. He received four
Pullizer prizes for poetry.
He tried to depict the rural
life in his writings.

Frost spent his early life doing many types of


jobs. He assisted his mother in teaching unruly
students. He distributed newspapers. He also
undertook many other similar work. However he
loved to be called a poet. He wrote his first
poem for his school magazine.
Robert Frost initially studied in Lawrence
School. He studied in Dartmouth College for a
short time. But in this short time, he was able
to establish links with many students.

In 1894 Robert Frost published his first poem


My Butterfly : An Elegy. He sold "My
Butterfly: An Elegy" (published in the
November 8, 1894 edition of the New York
Independent) for fifteen dollars. He married
to Elinor. He worked in farm houses for a few
years after his marriage. However, he was not
successful in these initiatives. Ultimately, he
again returned to teaching profession. He
joined as an English teacher in Pinkerton
Academy. In this academy he taught from 1906
to 1911.

after 1911, he switched to Great Britain. In


Britain he lived in Glasgow. Here he wrote his
first book A Boy's Will.

During world war I Robert Frost returned to


America and purchased a farm in New
Hampshire. From 1915, he lived in the USA
where he engaged himself in teaching, research
and writing. He wrote poems and stories.

He taught at Amrst College. For forty-two


years, from 1921 to 1963, Frost spent almost
every summer and fall teaching at the Bread
Loaf School of English. In 1921 Frost
accepted a fellowship teaching post at the
University of Michigan. Frost' wife died in
1938. Robert had 6 children but only 2 could
outlive them.
He died on 29 January 1963.

Frost received over 40 honorary degrees,


including ones from Harvard, Oxford,
Cambridge etc. During his lifetime, one school
and one library was named after him. Frost's
poems are critiqued in the Anthology of
Modern American Poetry (published by Oxford
University Press). Frost has written extensively.
Critrics say that there is a bit of pessimism in
Frost's writings. Although he wrote extensively
about rural life, but his own personal
struggle, and his own sufferings shadowed his
writings.

About the poem ,The


The Road Not Taken
"The Road Not Taken" is a poem by Robert
Frost, published in 1916 in the collection
Mountain Interval, it is the first poem in the
volume and is printed in italics. The title is
often mistakenly given as "The Road Less
Traveled", from the penultimate line: "I took
the one less traveled by".

The poem consists of four stanzas. In the


first stanza, the speaker describes his position.
He has been out walking in the woods and
comes to two roads, and he stands looking as
far down each one as he can see. He would
like to try out both, but doubts he could do
that, so therefore he continues to look down
the roads for a long time trying to make his
decision about which road to take.

the choice made little or no difference at all,


the speaker's protestations to the contrary.
The speaker admits in the second and third
stanzas that both paths may be equally worn
and equally leaf-covered, and it is only in his
future recollection that he will call one road
"less traveled by".
The poem

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood


and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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 back
Oh, I kep 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


sometimes ages and ages hence
two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less travelled by

And that has made all the difference.

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