Robert Lee Frost was an American poet who was born on 26 March 1874 in San Francisco, California, US, and died on 29 January 1963 at the age of 88 in Boston Massachusetts, US. His work was initially published in England before it was published in the United States. Known for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech, Frost frequently wrote about settings from rural life in New England in the early 20th century, using them to examine complex social and philosophical themes.
Frost was honored frequently during his lifetime and is the only poet to receive four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry. He became one of America’s rare “public literary figures, almost an artistic institution.” He was awarded the Congressional Gold Medal in 1960 for his poetic works. On July 22, 1961, Frost was named poet laureate of Vermont.
Robert Frost was born on March 26, 1874, in San Francisco, where his father, William Prescott Frost Jr., and his mother, Isabelle Moodie, had moved from Pennsylvania shortly after marrying. After the death of his father from tuberculosis when Frost was eleven years old, he moved with his mother and sister, Jeanie, who was two years younger, to Lawrence, Massachusetts. He became interested in reading and writing poetry during his high school years in Lawrence, enrolled at Dartmouth College in Hanover, New Hampshire, in 1892, and later at Harvard University in Boston, though he never earned a formal college degree.
Robert Frost Bio
|Birthday||26 March 1874|
|Born in||San Francisco, California|
Robert Frost Family
|Spouse||Elinor Miriam White|
|Father||William Prescott Frost Jr.|
|Children||Carol Frost, Elinor Bettina Frost, Elliot Frost, Irma Frost, Lesley Frost Ballantine, Marjorie Frost|
Robert Frost Death Anniversary
|Died on||29 January 1963|
|Place of Death||Boston, Massachusetts,, United States|
|City||San Francisco, California|
|Epitaphs||I Had A Lover’s Quarrel With The World|
Some Books by Robert Frost
- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening in 1923
- The poetry of Robert Frost in 1962
- A Boy’s Will in 1913
- Nothing Gold Can Stay in 1923
- Mending Wall in 1914
- Mountain Interval in 1916
- The road not taken Robert Frost in 1951
- Selected Poems by Robert Frost in 1917
- The Death of the Hired Man in 1914
- Home Burial in 1914
- Out, Out— in 1916
- A Further Range in 1936
- A Witness Tree in 1942
- West-Running Brook in 1928
- North of Boston in 1914
- Acquainted with the Night in 1928
- The Oven Bird
- You Come Too: Favorite Poems for Young Readers Robert Frost in 1959
- In the Clearing by Robert Frost in 1957
- Christmas trees Robert Frost in 1916
- A Swinger of Birches 1957
- A Prayer in Spring
- From snow to sno in 1936
- Versed in country things
- Poetry for Kids: Robert Frost in 2017
- A Boy’s Will and North of Boston Robert Frost
- The Cow in Apple Time
- Miles to Go: Collected Poems by Robert Frost, Illustrated by Evan Robertson
- The runaway Robert Frost in 1923
- The Prophets Really Prophesy as Mystics, the Commentators Merely by Statistics: A New Poem Robert Frost
Robert Frost Plays
- A Way Out: A One Act Play (Harbor Press).
- The Cow’s in the Corn: A One Act Irish Play in Rhyme (Slide Mountain Press).
- A Masque of Reason (Holt).
- A Masque of Mercy (Holt).
Robert Frost Letters
- The Letters of Robert Frost to Louis Untermeyer (Holt, Rinehart & Winston; Cape, 1964).
- Robert Frost and John Bartlett: The Record of a Friendship, by Margaret Bartlett Anderson (Holt, Rinehart & Winston).
- Selected Letters of Robert Frost (Holt, Rinehart & Winston).
- Family Letters of Robert and Elinor Frost (State University of New York Press).
- Robert Frost and Sidney Cox: Forty Years of Friendship (University Press of New England).
- The Letters of Robert Frost, Volume 1, 1886–1920, edited by Donald Sheehy, Mark Richardson, and Robert Faggen. Belknap Press.
- The Letters of Robert Frost, Volume 2, 1920–1928, edited by Donald Sheehy, Mark Richardson, Robert Bernard Hass, and Henry Atmore. Belknap Press.
Robert Frost Inspirational & Motivational Quotes
- Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. – Robert Frost
- The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom… in a clarification of life – not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion. – Robert Frost
- Education doesn’t change life much. It just lifts trouble to a higher plane of regard. – Robert Frost
- The greatest thing in family life is to take a hint when a hint is intended-and not to take a hint when a hint isn’t intended. – Robert Frost
- I’d just as soon play tennis with the net down. – Robert Frost
- I always entertain great hopes. – Robert Frost
- Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance. – Robert Frost
- The strongest and most effective force in guaranteeing the long-term maintenance of power is not violence in all the forms deployed by the dominant to control the dominated, but consent in all the forms in which the dominated acquiesce in their own domination. – Robert Frost
- A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain. – Robert Frost
- It’s a funny thing that when a man hasn’t anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married. – Robert Frost
- A successful lawsuit is the one worn by a policeman. – Robert Frost
- Two roads diverged in a wood and I – I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference. – Robert Frost
- Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat. – Robert Frost
- A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age. – Robert Frost
- Most of the change we think we see in life is due to truths being in and out of favor. – Robert Frost
- Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. – Robert Frost
- The best way out is always through. – Robert Frost
- There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can’t move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies. – Robert Frost
- A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. – Robert Frost
- Humor is the most engaging cowardice. – Robert Frost
- Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length. – Robert Frost
- A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost
- Being the boss anywhere is lonely. Being a female boss in a world of mostly men is especially so. – Robert Frost
- Education is hanging around until you’ve caught on. – Robert Frost
- A civilized society is one which tolerates eccentricity to the point of doubtful sanity. – Robert Frost
- If society fits you comfortably enough, you call it freedom. – Robert Frost
- Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense. – Robert Frost
- Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space. – Robert Frost
- The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. – Robert Frost
- In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on. – Robert Frost
- I never dared to be radical when young for fear it would make me conservative when old. – Robert Frost
- The artist in me cries out for design. – Robert Frost
- Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. – Robert Frost
- Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence. – Robert Frost
- A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body – the wishbone. – Robert Frost
- Freedom lies in being bold. – Robert Frost
- You don’t have to deserve your mother’s love. You have to deserve your father’s. – Robert Frost
- Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can’t, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it. – Robert Frost
- You have freedom when you’re easy in your harness. – Robert Frost
- I alone of English writers have consciously set myself to make music out of what I may call the sound of sense. – Robert Frost
- Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I’ll forgive Thy great big joke on me. – Robert Frost
- Poetry is what gets lost in translation. – Robert Frost