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Home Learning Blog Prompt: Robert Frost - Monday, June 29, 2009 7:01 PM Robert Lee Frost was an American poet. He is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech. His work frequently employed settings from rural life in New England 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. (Source: www.wikipedia.org) Robert Frost is a unique man, with unique perspectives to everything that he does or writes. It is reflected in his pieces of work that I have posted below. Especially the poem 'The Road Not Taken'. He chooses to take the other road that others do not. The symbol in the poem is, of course, the road. The road represents his life, and he twists and turns of this road represents the choices he made. He did not know if he should 'ever go back' to the road more familiar to him. But he stuck to that path in life, and 'that made all the difference'. This reflect his difference from others, the courage to be able to face upto something different, and quickly adapt to it. These are three of his poems. I hope the vividness of his words will awaken you: The Lockless Door by Robert Frost It went many years, But at last came a knock, And I though of the door With no lock to lock. I blew out the light, I tip-toed the floor, And raised both hands In prayer to the door. But the knock came again. My window was wide; I climbed on the sill And descended outside. Back over the sill I bade a 'Come in' To whatever the knock At the door may have been. So at a knock I emptied my cage To hide in the world And alter with age The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favour fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice |