Death of the Hired Man , and After Apple-Picking . These poems were marked by a flinty realism and an impressive mastery of iambic rhythm, narrative dialogue, and the dramatic monologue.he returned home in 1915, he discovered that his success in England had spread to the United States. He was now an accomplished writer who had already extended the scope and character of American literature into the twentieth century.1916, the publication of Mountain Interval - a collection that included such favourites as The Road Not Taken , Birches solidified his fame. He chose his own way in life and poetry which he stressed upon in The Road Not Taken :
I shall be telling this with a sighages and ages hence: roads diverged in a wood, and I-took the one less traveled by, that has made all the difference.was rewarded with many prizes, including four Pulitzer Prizes for his books of poetry New Hampshire (1924), Collected Poems (1931), A Further Range (1937) and A Witness Tree (1943). He was also awarded numerous honorary degrees by Columbia, Dartmouth, Yale, Harvard and other colleges and universities. He was one of the few authors to receive the Gold Medal from the National Institute of Arts and Letters. He deserved the faithful attention of a wide readership. Frost continued to publish fine poetry for fifty years. He reached the height of his popularity after World War II. If America of the 20th century had a national poet, it was Frost.spent the rest of his life as a lecturer at a number of colleges, and as a public performer who, as he put it, liked to say rather than to recite his poetry.in his later years became a character of his own creation - a lovable, fumbling old gent who could nevertheless pierce the minds and hearts of those able to see beyond his play-acting.also taught at Amherst, the University of Michigan, Harvard, and Dartmouth. He lectured and read at dozens of other schools. In 1960 at John F. Kennedy s invitation, Frost became the first poet to read his works at the presidential inauguration. In 1962 he received the rarely awarded Congressional Medal from President Kennedy at a White House ceremony. Frost s poetry was popular not only among critics and intellectuals, but also among the general public. In his poems he painted vivid portraits of the New England landscape and captured the flavour of New England life using traditional forms and conversational language. Despite their apparent simplicity, however, his poems are filled with hidden meanings, forcing us to delve beneath the surface to fully appreciate his work. What counts in his poetry is not so much the, meaning as the shades of meaning. His lyrics are remarkable for their delicate and precise music. The love of country is not expressed in screaming or hysterical flag-waving but in a salvation of faith, in surrender to the land.Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Eveningwoods are these I think I know, house is in the village though; will not see my stopping here watch his woods fill up with snow.little horse must think it queer stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake darkest evening of the year.gives his harness bells a shake ask if there is some mistake.only other sound s the sweep easy wind and downy flake.woods are lovely, dark, and deep, I have promises to keep, miles to go before I sleep, miles to go before I sleep.Gold Can Stay s first green is gold hardest hue to hold. early leaf's a flower; only so an hour.leaf subsides to leaf, Eden sank to grief dawn goes down to day, gold can stay.other poet has been so successful in combining an outer lightness and an inner gravity. His verse has a growing intimacy: it radiates an honest neighbourliness in which wit and wisdom are joined. Frost was a person whose life was sometimes lifted to a high pitch of feeling and who had the gift of making others share his excitement. He thought in images and dreamt in fantasy; he lived by poetry. Whether in dialogue or in lyric, his poems are people talking. He knows how to say a great deal in a short space. Frost judges, but he rarely condemns; he is fundamentally serious but never pompous. He accepts the World s contradictions without being crushed by them. He said: were an epitaph to be my story, d have a short one ready for my own: would have written of me on my stone; had a lover < span align = "justify"> s quarrel with ...
