Robert Frost was born on March 26, 1874 in San Francisco, California. After his high school graduation in 1892, Frost attended Dartmouth University for several months. In 1894, he had his first poem, “My Butterfly: an Elegy,” published in The Independent, a weekly literary journal based in New York City. Robert Frost spent his first 40 years as an unknown. Frost received more than 40 honorary degrees during his lifetime. When WWI broke out in 1914, and Frost returned to America from England in early 1915. When Frost arrived back home, his reputation had preceded him, and he was well-received by the publishing world.
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He is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life. 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.
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Key Links to help study:
Both are websites which contain most of his work.
- http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/a_f/frost/frost.htm
- http://www.enotes.com/topics/robert-frost/in-depth
- http://www.shmoop.com/robert-frost/
- http://www.literaryhistory.com/20thC/Frost.htm
- http://www.sparknotes.com/poetry/frost/
- http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/r/robert_frost.html
These links are for quotes, themes, intentions and interpretations/analysis of Robert’s various works.
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- I Dwell in a lonely house I know
- That vanished many a summer ago,
- And left no trace but the cellar walls,
- And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
- And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.
- O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
- The woods come back to the mowing field;
- The orchard tree has grown one copse
- Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
- The footpath down to the well is healed.
- I dwell with a strangely aching heart
- In that vanished abode there far apart
- On that disused and forgotten road
- That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
- Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;
- The whippoorwill is coming to shout
- And hush and cluck and flutter about:
- I hear him begin far enough away
- Full many a time to say his say
- Before he arrives to say it out.
- It is under the small, dim, summer star.
- I know not who these mute folk are
- Who share the unlit place with me–
- Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
- Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.
- They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
- Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,–
- With none among them that ever sings,
- And yet, in view of how many things,
- As sweet companions as might be had.
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Analysis:
The enigmatic tone of this poem combined with constant detailed references to nature are very characteristic of Frost, though it is, despite of things, optimistic and pleasant. There are several reasons why this should not be so: to begin, the title “Ghost House” denotes emptiness, abandon and death.
However, the narrator – seemingly a ghost just as his companions – appears to be somewhat at peace with his death, and expresses this in the way nature has prospered with their disappearance.
The cellar, previously a dark place, is now filled with “daylight” and “purple-stemmed wild raspberries”. The house, once used as a farm, is now being swallowed up by “the woods”, which have returned to reclaim “the mowing field”.
The most valuable line to suggest the nature rebirth, out of his own death, is “the footpath down to the well is healed”.
The following two stanzas seem to be more negative about the narrator’s loneliness, portrayed in his “strangely aching heart”.
The fact that he finds it “strange” to have a heart that aches can imply both that he is not alive and also that it may be aching for different reasons.
Even at nighttime “the black bats tumble and dart”; nature’s constant appearance is in such sharp contrast with the narrator’s own death.
The poem ends on a positive note: “in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.” They are no longer alive, but they are lucky to have each each other.
Frost may be criticizing the world here.
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I think that I will defiantly consider looking into other poets, however Frost is still the most appealing poet from research.