Wow! December already? Seems it was just like April yesterday, the month I started this blog. To end the year, the featured poet will be second of my favorite author. I’ve loved his poems since I first came across them while reading my older brother’s books back when I was around 8 years old. As what I do with the featured poets thus far, below is a brief background of the life and career of Robert Frost.
Robert Frost was born in San Francisco on March 26, 1874. He moved to New England at the age of eleven and became interested in reading and writing poetry during his high school years in Lawrence, Massachusetts. He was enrolled at Dartmouth College in 1892, and later at Harvard, though he never earned a formal degree.
Frost drifted through a string of occupations after leaving school, working as a teacher, cobbler, and editor of the Lawrence Sentinel. His first professional poem, “My Butterfly,” was published on November 8, 1894, in the New York newspaper The Independent.
The author of searching and often dark meditations on universal themes, he is a quintessentially modern poet in his adherence to language as it is actually spoken, in the psychological complexity of his portraits, and in the degree to which his work is infused with layers of ambiguity and irony.
Robert Frost lived and taught for many years in Massachusetts and Vermont, and died in Boston on January 29, 1963.