She was starting down, Looking back over her shoulder at some fear. She took a doubtful step and then undid it To raise herself and look again. He spoke Advancing toward her: 'What is it you see From up there always--for I want to know. He said to gain time: 'What is it you see,' Mounting until she cowered under him.
She let him look, sure that he wouldn't see, Blind creature; and awhile he didn't see. But at last he murmured, 'Oh,' and again, 'Oh.
I never noticed it from here before. I must be wonted to it--that's the reason. The little graveyard where my people are! So small the window frames the whole of it. Not so much larger than a bedroom, is it? There are three stones of slate and one of marble, Broad-shouldered little slabs there in the sunlight On the sidehill. We haven't to mind those. But I understand: it is not the stones, But the child's mound--' 'Don't, don't, don't, don't,' she cried.
She withdrew shrinking from beneath his arm That rested on the bannister, and slid downstairs; And turned on him with such a daunting look, He said twice over before he knew himself: 'Can't a man speak of his own child he's lost? Oh, where's my hat? Oh, I don't need it! I must get out of here. I must get air. I don't know rightly whether any man can. Don't go to someone else this time. Listen to me. I won't come down the stairs. I don't know how to speak of anything So as to please you.
But I might be taught I should suppose. I can't say I see how. A man must partly give up being a man With women-folk.
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We could have some arrangement By which I'd bind myself to keep hands off Anything special you're a-mind to name. Though I don't like such things 'twixt those that love. Two that don't love can't live together without them. But two that do can't live together with them. Don't carry it to someone else this time. Tell me about it if it's something human. Let me into your grief.
I'm not so much Unlike other folks as your standing there Apart would make me out. Give me my chance. I do think, though, you overdo it a little. What was it brought you up to think it the thing To take your mother--loss of a first child So inconsolably--in the face of love. You'd think his memory might be satisfied--' 'There you go sneering now! You make me angry.
I'll come down to you. God, what a woman! And it's come to this, A man can't speak of his own child that's dead. If you had any feelings, you that dug With your own hand--how could you? I thought, Who is that man? I didn't know you. And I crept down the stairs and up the stairs To look again, and still your spade kept lifting. Then you came in. Poem Guide. By Katherine Robinson. Our choices are made clear in hindsight. Snow Days. By Stephanie Burt.
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Lathem, Edward C. Maxson, H. Munson, Gorham B. Doran, , reprinted, Haskell House, Pritchard, William H. He tried to make a go as a poultry farmer, but he was not successful. Economic necessity forced him to spend the school year teaching at the State Normal School in far-off Plymouth, New Hampshire. Frost practiced education by poetry with his children, since to him the two were one and the same. Poetry thus became part of the everyday life of the Frost family. His daughters Lesley, Irma, Marjorie and son Carol were home-schooled by their parents.
Along with the basic instruction, they were encouraged to develop their powers of observation and cultivate their imaginations. Reading and writing were intended to be both pleasurable and a vehicle of discovery. Frost shared his stories and poems with his children and they, in turn, were encouraged to write and share their stories and poems with their parents.
The Frost children published their own little magazine, "The Bouquet", with their English friends while their family was living in England. The family had moved there in August because no American publisher was interested in his poems and he was feeling isolated. After coming into possession of the Derry farm in , he sold it to raise the funds to finance the move. The relocation proved fortunate, as he quickly made friends and, for the first time in his life, was a member in good standing of a group of serious poets.
Living on a farm in Buckinghamshire with his family, Frost became a prolific writer as he went about finding his own, distinct poetic voice.
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Through an acquaintance, he met fellow American exile 'Ezra Pound', the great avant-garde poet who would prove to be a supporter of his. Just two months after his arrival in England, the small London publisher David Nutt accepted his submission of a collection of poems primarily consisting of the work he had done over the previous nine years. Frost then relocated to Gloucestershire, England, to be closer to the group of poets known as The Georgians. The second collection, his seminal "North of Boston", was published in Frost, as a poet, had not only arrived, but he had matured as an artist.
By the time of his return, publisher Henry Holt had published "North of Boston" to great success. Frost was a shrewd promoter of himself as a poet, and he became celebrated by the literary establishments of Boston and New York. Holt, who would be his publisher throughout his life, brought out his third volume, "Mountain Interval", in The book, containing poems he had written in England and in his nine-year exile as a farmer-teacher, solidified his reputation. Once again settling in the New England he would forever be associated with, Frost bought a farm at Franconia, New Hampshire.
In he took a position at Amherst College as professor of literature and poet-in-residence. By the s he was acknowledged as one of America's most important poets. Frost won the Pulitzer Prize in for his fourth book of verse, "New Hampshire".
He published new and collected volumes of poetry at fairly regular intervals, assumed teaching appointments at Dartmouth, Harvard and the University of Michigan, and maintained a busy schedule of lectures and poetry readings. His honors, which included a record four Pulitzer Prizes, were matched by his popularity. He was the only poet ever chosen as a selection of The Book of the Month Club, and his books of poetry were sold in mass-market editions. Frost has been frequently but erroneously mentioned as a Nobel laureate, but he never won the prize.
As he became a leading literary lion in America, he became more influential, and was a favorite of President Dwight D. Frost successfully lobbied Ike to have Ezra Pound, incarcerated in a madhouse since being arrested for his treasonous radio broadcasts from fascist Italy during World War II, released and returned to private life. One of the most famous moments in American history came at the inauguration of President John F. Kennedy , a fellow New Englander, on January 20, , when Frost read a poem.