Robert Frost
Robert Lee Frost was an American poet
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. He is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural
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 life and his command of American colloquial speech. His work frequently employed settings from rural life in New England
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 in the early twentieth century, using them to examine complex social and philosophical themes. A popular and often-quoted poet, Frost was honored frequently during his lifetime, receiving four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry
Pulitzer Prize for Poetry
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Robert Frost was born in San Francisco, California
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, to journalist William Prescott Frost, Jr., and Isabelle Moodie.

I do not see why I should e'er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew — Only more sure of all I thought was true.

s:Into My Own|Into My Own, st. 4 (1913)

Ah, when to the heart of manWas it ever less than a treasonTo go with the drift of things,To yield with a grace to reason,And bow and accept the endOf a love or a season?

s:Reluctance|Reluctance, st. 4 (1913)

I’m going out to clean the pasture spring;I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):I sha’n’t be gone long. — You come too.

s:The Pasture|The Pasture, st. 1 (1914)

And nothing to look backward to with pride,And nothing to look forward to with hope.

s:The Death of the Hired Man|The Death of the Hired Man (1914)

Home is the place where, when you have to go there,They have to take you in.

The Death of the Hired Man (1914)

The nearest friends can goWith anyone to death, comes so far shortThey might as well not try to go at all.No, from the time when one is sick to death,One is alone, and he dies more alone.Friends make pretence of following to the grave,But before one is in it, their minds are turnedAnd making the best of their way back to lifeAnd living people, and things they understand.

s:Home Burial|Home Burial (1914)

Most of the change we think we see in lifeIs due to truths being in and out of favor.

s:The Black Cottage|The Black Cottage (1914)

The best way out is always through.

s:A Servant to Servants|A Servant to Servants (1914)

Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.

s:The Self-seeker|The Self-seeker (1914)

Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense.

Letter to Louis Untermeyer (1915-07-08)