Robert Frost

Robert Frost On March 26, 1874, Robert Frost was born in San Francisco; Frost’s father was a journalist, and his mother a teacher. Frost eventually tried his hand at both professions. He spent his childhood in San Francisco, after the death of his father, Frost moved to Lawrence, Massachusetts, with his mother and sister. He graduated from Lawrence High School with his covaledictorian and his future wife, Elinor White. He attended Dartmouth College for a few months. Frost took his first teaching job in Methuen, Massachusetts. He worked in the Arlington in Lawrence in 1893.

“My Butterfly” which was Frost’s first published poem appeared in The Independent in 1894. In 1895, Elinor White came into teach with him, and soon afterward, in December, she and Frost were married. Frost attended Harvard as an undergraduate from 1897 to 1899. There seemed no reason to stay at Harvard. Frost left without finishing, which meant he could not teach college. The family moved to a farm in Derry, New Hampshire in 1900.

Frost spent 10 years of farming and teaching at the Pinkerton Academy in Derry from 1900 to 1910. In 1911, Frost began teaching psychology at New Hampshire State Normal School in Plymouth. During the day, he did all the chores to keep the farm going; at night, when the house was completely, he wrote poetry. Those were the years when he wrote such poems as “Mending Wall” and “October”.

The family had to find a new place where they could live on little money and where Frost would be free to write his poetry. Perhaps thinking in British poets he had read at Dartmouth, Frost decided to go to England. Frost became the country's most beloved poet. He received the formal congratulations of the United States Senate when he turned seventy-five, and again a decade later. The next year, he read this poem "The Gift Outright" at the inauguration of President John F. Kennedy. When he died three years later, people around the world mourned, many remembering him to for what he was: a great poet.

The Road Not Taken was written by Robert Frost and published in 1915 in Mountain Interval collection. This narrative poem has four stanzas of iambic tetrameter but it doesn't follow all the rules for it because it has nine syllables instead the eight necessaries for the tetrameter.

There are many interpretations about this poem but all of them talk about inspiration to individualism and non-conformism. They also talk about the decisions that we take daily and after we think that we took a wrong decision and the other option would be better; but in the last lines Frost talks about taking a road because it was less traveled because it was more difficult or the correct way.

Robert Frost - The Road Not Taken

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 took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost



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