Word: frosts
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Road Less Traveled By. Robert Frost, a rugged individual from New England, is used to the road less traveled by; it was the road he picked for himself. Scrubbing his white hair with a thick hand and glaring amiably from fierce blue eyes, he says: "I want people to stand me off and I want to stand them...
...Frost has been standing people off all his life-the family who wanted him to become a lawyer, the editor who wanted him to change his style, the scientists who told him man is an accident of atoms, the theologians who told him that man is in a hopeless...
...living U.S. poets, none has lodged poems more surely where they will be hard to get rid of. At its best, Frost's crabapple-tart verse distills into the pure liquor of lyric poetry. Stopping by Woods is one of the loveliest poems ever written. Every U.S. schoolboy knows Birches. His lines carry the tone and temper of New England's dour and canny folk, often have the tren chancy and inevitability of folk sayings. Frost has made "good fences make good neighbors"* part of the language. Chores are "doing things over and over that just...
...Frost is a poet with few disciples. Today's bright young men look to the intricate, mannered, literary methods of T. S. Eliot and W. H. Auden for their models. They grudgingly admire Frost as a kind of 19th Century relic, resent his commanding popularity, and smart under the reproach: "If Frost can make himself intelligible...
Though Robert Frost's paternal ancestors have been New Englanders for eight generations, the man who speaks with the voice of New England was born in exile-a continent's width away in San Francisco.* His father, a brilliant, erratic rebel who graduated high in his class at Harvard, had run away from a law career to edit a San Francisco newspaper, and became a Republican-hating Democrat. Frost remembers his father as "a wild man" who gave him many a whipping, remembers eating many of his lunches in saloons while his father talked politics...