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- Frost's privately printed book Twilight (1894) included My Butterfly along with four other Victorian-style lyrics, and he had two copies of it made—one for himself and one for Elinor.
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Nov 8, 2017 · In a November 7, 1917, letter to Louis Untermeyer, Frost recalled that “I read my first poem at 15, wrote my first poem at 16, wrote My Butterfly at eighteen. That was my first poem published” ( The Letters of Robert Frost, v. 1, p. 586).
Feb 22, 2021 · My Butterfly: An Elegy was Frost’s first professionally published poem. It was self-published privately in 1894 in Twilight, appeared in the November 1894 issue of the Independent, and was then collected in Frost’s first collection, A Boy’s Will. Frost claimed it as his “first real poem,” having recounted to Louis Untermeyer that he ...
Nov 8, 2021 · Frost wrote “My Butterfly” when he was only eighteen, and clearly, the archaic language and syntax is a far cry from the style for which Frost became known.
The languor of it and the dreaming fond; Surging, the grasses dizzied me of thought, The breeze three odors brought, And a gem-flower waved in a wand! Then when I was distraught. And could not speak, Sidelong, full on my cheek, What should that reckless zephyr fling. But the wild touch of thy dye-dusty wing!
My Butterfly. Robert Frost. 1874 –. 1963. Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he. That frighted thee so oft, is fled or dead: Save only me. (Nor is it sad to thee!)
The poem was published by her as My Butterfly: An Elegy on 8 November 1894 and marks the true beginning of Frost's career. Frost's privately printed book Twilight ( 1894) included My Butterfly along with four other Victorian-style lyrics, and he had two copies of it made—one for himself and one for Elinor.
Analysis (ai): This poem by Robert Frost mourns the loss of a butterfly. The speaker's grief is tinged with regret for the butterfly's ephemeral existence and the realization that he was complicit in its demise. The poem is notable for its use of vivid imagery and sensory details.
