I lived from 1874-1963. I was from the United States, and am in the Americas category.
I influenced poets W H Auden, Sterling A Brown.
I was influenced by poets Edwin Arlington Robinson, Edward Rowland Sill.
Robert Lee Frost was born in California USA March the 26th 1874. His parents William Prescott Frost and Isabel Moodie, met when they were both working as teachers. Robert was the eldest of their two children, Jeanie being his sister.
In 1885 following the death of his father, the family moved in with his grandfather in Lawrence Massachusetts.
In 1885 following the death of his father, the family moved in with his grandfather in Lawrence Massachusetts.
Popular poetry
- The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,33 lines, 13 comments - Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both19 lines, 84 comments - Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;16 lines, 134 comments - I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain — and back in rain.17 lines, 9 comments - My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain22 lines, 4 comments - There is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,13 lines, 6 comments - My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,41 lines, 4 comments - Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,45 lines, 15 comments - When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,60 lines, 10 comments - All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,28 lines, 1 comment - The people along the sand
All turn and look one way.18 lines, 1 comment - You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When supper's on the table, and we'll see14 lines, 1 comment - I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth14 lines, 4 comments - He halted in the wind, and -- what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?12 lines, 8 comments - I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.61 lines, 3 comments - Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table
Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step,174 lines, 3 comments - Out walking in the frozen swamp one grey day
I paused and said, "I will turn back from here.40 lines, 3 comments - He saw her from the bottom of the stairs
Before she saw him. She was starting down,121 lines, 4 comments - Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,16 lines - This saying good-bye on the edge of the dark
And cold to an orchard so young in the bark28 lines, 2 comments
