Robert Frost American POET

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Facts

Robert Lee Frost:

* Born-March 26, 1874(1874-03-26)
San Francisco, California,
United States
* Died-January 29, 1963 (aged 88)
Boston, Massachusetts,
United States
* Occupation- Poet, Playwright
* American poet
* Before he became a poet he helped his mother teach her class, delivered newspapers, and worked in a factory as a lightbulb filament changer
*In 1894 he sold his first poem, "My Butterfly: An Elegy" for fifteen dollars.
*He proposed marriage to Elinor Miriam White, but she demurred, wanting to finish college (at St. Lawrence University) before they married.
*He did well at Harvard, but left to support his growing family.
*In 1912 Frost sailed with his family to Great Britain.
*His first book of poetry, A Boy's Will, was published the next year.
*As World War I began, Frost returned to America in 1915.
*Frost was 86 when he spoke and performed a reading of his poetry at the inauguration of President John F. Kennedy on January 20, 1961.
*He died in Boston two years later, on January 29, 1963, of complications from prostate surgery.
* His father died of tuberculosis in 1885.
* Frost was 11, when he left his 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
*His daughter Irma was committed to a mental hospital in 1947
*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.



Copy his poem the road not taken-

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
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.