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Robert Frost
American poet (1874–1963)
This article is about the poet. For other people with the same name, see Robert Frost (disambiguation).
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| Born | (1874-03-26)March 26, 1874 San Francisco, California, U.S. |
| Died | January 29, 1963(1963-01-29) (aged 88) Boston, Massachusetts, U.S. |
| Occupation | Poet, playwright |
| Education | Dartmouth College (no degree) Harvard University (no degree) |
| Notable works | A Boy's Will, North of Boston, New Hampshire[1] |
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| Spouse | Elinor Miriam White (m. 1895; died 1938) |
| Children | 6 |
Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) was an American poet. Known for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech,[2] 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.[3]
Frequently honored during his lifetime, Frost 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".[4] Frost was awarded the Cong
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
1923 poem by Robert Lee Frost
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.[1]
"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" is a poem by Robert Frost, written in 1922, and published in 1923 in his New Hampshire volume. Imagery, personification, and repetition are prominent in the work. In a letter to Louis Untermeyer, Frost called it "my best bid for remembrance".[2]
Background
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