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Robert Frost

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Vibha Vadlamani

on 24 March 2014

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Transcript of Robert Frost

The Lockless Door
It went many years,
But at last came a knock,
And I thought 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.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Early Life
Born March 26th, 1874 in San Fransisco, California
Moved to Massachusetts in 1886
Met future wife, Elinor White at Lawrence High School
First poem, "My Butterfly: An Elegy" published in The Independent in 1892
Mindy's Personal Connection
Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep
,And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
by Vibha Vadlamani, Sophia Tevosyan and Mindy Hsu
Sophia's Personal Connection
Vibha's Personal Connection...
Sophia's Analysis
Vibha's Analysis
Loss of Opportunities
End of Dawn
Beginning of Day
Taking moments for granted
Nothing gold can stay
Leaf subsides
Living life
Content with the time given
Hue is gold.

The Road Not Taken, Nothing Gold Can Stay
Common theme of Nature
Dawn to day
Yellow woods
How nature teaches us lessons
Taking advantage of moments

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Immerses reader
Paints a vivid scene
Correlation between stanzas
Last Stanza
Return to reality
Use of rhyme
Acquainted with the Night
Feeling lost
Connection with the night
Sense of betrayal
Lack of solace
Forced solitude

Adult Life
Moved to New Hampshire in 1900
Moved to England in 1912
Flourished in England
Moved back back to England in 1915 (start of WW1)
Known as a skilled poet
Late Life
40 honorary degrees and 4 Pulitzers
Poem for President Kennedy in 1961
Congressional Medal of Honor in 1962
Died January 29, 1963 from surgery complication
Frost, Robert. "The Poetry of Robert Frost." Henry Holt and Company, LLC,
New York. 1979. Print.
"Robert Frost." A+E Networks Digital. 2013. Biography.com. N.d., Web. 4 June
"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." Sparknotes LLC, 2013.
Sparknotes.com. N.d., Web. 30 May 2013.
"Poetry Analysis: Acquainted with the Night, by Robert Frost." RR
Donnelley,2013. Helium.com. 14 August 2011, Web. 2 June 2013.
"Nothing Gold Can Stay." By Robert Frost. N.p., n.d.
Web. 11 June 2013.
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.
Life events
"Knocks" in life
Fleeing from opportunities
Human nature
New style
Repeating Iambic metering
Latter poets learn
Nature, humanism and isolation
Life experiences
Transfers emotions
Mindy's Analysis
Acquainted with the Night
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
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