Robert Frost was born 26th March 1874 in San Francisco, America. He was the first child of Isabelle Moodie and William Prescott Frost. 1881, Frost enters second grade. Baptized in mother's Sweden-borgian church but droped out of school in the following year. After being dropped out of school, he is educated in home. His father dies of tuberculosis on May 5, 1885, leaving family with only $8 after expenses are paid. The whole family family moves to Lawrence to live with grandparents. Robert and Jeanie, his younger sister dislike grandparents' sternness and rigorous discipline. Enters third grade after testing, while younger sister enters fourth grade.
The next year, they moved to Salem Depot, New Hampshire, where their mother began teaching the fifth to eighth grades. Frost and Jeanie enter the fifth grade.
1890, Frost published his first poem "La Noche Triste," based on episode in Prescott's Conquest of Mexico, and then appeared in the Lawrence High School Bulletin in April. He also published his second poem, "The Song of the Wave," appears in the Bulletin in May.
He did well at his college but left the college to support his growing family. Before his grandfather had died, he purchased a farm for Frost and his wife. The farm is located in Derry, New Hampshire. He worked in the farm for nine years and he wrote poems every early morning.
His farming proved no success. In 1912, Frost and his family sailed to Great Britain and published his first book of poetry ' A Boy's Will" The next year. He returned to America due to world war 1.
Frost died in January 29, 1963.
Robert frost's Personal Life
His personal life was filled with loss and grief.
His father died of tuberculosis in 1885, when Frost was 11, leaving the family with just $8. Frost's mother died of cancer in 1900. In 1920, Frost had to commit his younger sister, Jeanie, to a mental hospital, where she died nine years later. Mental illness apparently ran in Frost's family, as both he and his mother suffered from depression, and his daughter Irma was committed to a mental hospital in 1947. Frost's wife, Elinor, also experienced bouts of depression.
Elinor and Robert Frost had six children: son Elliot (1896–1904, died of cholera), daughter Lesley Frost Ballantine (1899–1983), son Carol (1902–1940, committed suicide), daughter Irma (1903–1967), daughter Marjorie (1905–1934, died as a result of puerperal fever after childbirth), and daughter Elinor Bettina (died three days after birth in 1907). Only Lesley and Irma outlived their father. Frost's wife, who had heart problems throughout her life, developed breast cancer in 1937, and died of heart failure in 1938.
The reason of I liking this Poet
"A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom." The first poem that I have read is "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost. I liked it very much and decided to surf the internet to look for more poems written by him and his biography. His poem were all very interresting and meaningful. The most major thing that I admire this poet is, when he met any failure or loss, he will not give up and be upset but he will work harder to achieve success. He can write such good quality of poem when he was a farmer. He had just a little time at the early morning to write poem and he could produce such good quality of poem.
His 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.
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Acquainted with the Night
I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
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.
Links
http://www.ketzle.com/frost/frostbio.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Frost
http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/r/robert_frost.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nothing_Gold_Can_Stay_(poem)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fire_and_Ice_(poem)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acquainted_with_the_Night
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Road_Not_Taken_(poem)
