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His attending physician, Dr. Roger B. Hickler, said Mr. Frost died shortly after complaining of severe chest pains and a shortness of breath. The cause of death was listed as "probably a...
- "The Pasture" Frost often used this short piece as an introduction to his collections. The poem reads (in its entirety): "I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
- "Mending Wall" Perhaps this poem speaks to your dad's philosophy of life – that "good fences make good neighbors." This long poem describes two neighbors meeting each spring to repair the stone wall that divides their properties.
- "The Road Not Taken" This is, perhaps, Robert Frost's most famous poem. It's typically used at graduations. However, it might be a good choice for a loved one's funeral.
- "An Old Man's Winter Night" We included this on the list because of the title. However, we aren't sure if this poem would provide much solace to people grieving the loss of an older man.
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Robert Lee Frost, New England's cherished poet, has been called America's purest classical lyricist and one of the outstanding poets of the twentieth century. Although he is forever linked to the stone-pocked hills and woods of New England, he was born in San Francisco, California, on March 26, 1874. His parents, school headmaster William ...
Frost's poem "Out, Out—" explores the suddenness and brutality of death. Depicting the tragic story of a young boy who loses his hand in a saw accident, the poem underscores the fragility of life. The concluding line, "And they, since they Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs," highlights the indifference of the world towards ...
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Beside the ladder, there is a barrel that has not yet been filled with apples and can accommodate some more. A few apples may still have been left on the branches of the tree unpicked or yet to be picked. That means the task of apple-picking is incomplete. But, as the speaker tells, he is fed up with or tired of apple-picking and does not feel like...
The speaker feels tired. The scent of apples, which is the ‘essence of winter-sleep’, causes drowsiness to him, and he begins to drowse off. While falling asleep he recollects the sense of strangeness that was experienced by him at the right he saw in the morning by looking through a sheet of ice which he had picked up from his drinking vessel (tro...
The sheet of ice melted, and the speaker allowed it to fall down from his hands, and break into pieces. However, before it fell down, he was just on the verge of falling asleep. In this sleepy state, he was able to tell what form his dreaming was to take place, or what kind of dreams he was about to see in his sleep.
These lines describe the dream of the speaker. The dream comprises ‘an exaggeratedrecreation of the sensations of apple-picking experienced during the day’, Apples of an enlarged size appear and disappear everywhere – at the end of the stem and at the end of the flowering part of the tree. The speaker sees even the tiniest apples and their colours ...
From the depiction of the right around him, the poet-speaker turns to a description of the sound. From the ‘cellar bin’, he keeps hearing the ‘rumbling sound’ of carts carrying ‘load on load of apples’. There is an abundance of apples, and there are tens of thousands of them for him to touch, admire and to pick or lift carefully so as not to let an...
The apples are not to be allowed to fall from the hands of the speaker, because all such apples as happen to fall down on the ground, are treated as discarded or rejected, even if they may not have been ‘bruised or spiked with stubble.; They are set aside in heaps to be used for making cider and are not regarded as fit or of any worth as eatable fr...
In these concluding lines of the poem, the poet-speaker guesses as to what will trouble his sleep, whatever kind of sleep it may be. His sleep may be troubled by the thought or awareness of the reality which has been ignored in the dream. If the wood chunk (a rodent) has not gone to his long sleep for the winter, it would be able to explain the nat...
In Boston on January 29, 1963, America’s unofficial poet laureate, Robert Frost, died. As was true of another citizen of the world, Ernest Hemingway, uncommonly historic words of deep appreciation came from the Kremlin and the White House. The Premier’s words bespoke the poet’s love of the common people and his contribution to our world ...
His desire to climb the branches “Toward heaven” (Frost's italics), never to become fully translated into the spiritual realm, is evidence of Frost's playful attitude toward death and his view that, however painful our experiences on earth might be, there is no substitute for them.
