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In 1912, Frost sailed with his family to [[Great Britain]], living first in [[Glasgow]], before settling in [[Beaconsfield]], outside [[London]]. His first book of poetry, ''A Boy's Will'', was published the next year. In England he made some important acquaintances, inclu
Robert Frost’s ‘Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening’Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound's the sweepOf 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.This poem has been undoubtedly my most favourite poem ever since I read it in my school days. The beauty of this poem lies in its simplicity. Frost wrote this poem in June 1922. He was inspired by the sight of a sunrise to write this poem, after spending the whole night writing a long poem. This is also one of Frost’s favourite among his own poems. In a letter to Lord Louis Untermeyer he called it "my best b
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fairAnd having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that, the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden blackOh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back.I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:two roads diverged in a wood, and I --I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost’s ‘Acquainted With the Night’ is a poem that moves about in a twilight world as far as choices available in life are concerned or when it concerns taking a firm stand on an issue. It is a poem about the darker side of things and portrays the poet’s isolation.The poet in this poem describes the comings and goings of a person walking about on the city roads. The poet has even braved the rain and wandered around on the city roads. He even walked upto the outskirts of the city. The poet even refers to the ‘saddest city lane’. He has seen the watchman while on his beat in these lanes. The poet saw some immoral activities being performed but he does not specifically mention them. Instead his eyes were dropped down with shame.The poet then stands still and the sounds of a cry fall upon his ears. The cry comes from a distant place and is also not continuous. The interrupted nature of the cry symbolizes suppression. The cries were neither to welcome nor to bid farewell
Duas estradas separavam-se num bosque amarelo,Que pena não poder seguir por ambasNuma só viagem: muito tempo fiqueiMirando uma até onde enxergavaQuando se perdia entre os arbustos;Depois tomei a outra, igualmente bela,E que teria talvez maior apelo,Pois era relvada e fora de uso;Embora, na verdade, o trânsitoAs tivesse gasto quase o mesmo,E nessa manhã nas duas houvesseFolhas que os passos não enegreceram.Oh, reservei a primeira para outro dia!Mas sabendo como caminhos sucedem a caminhos,E duvidava se alguma vez lá voltaria.É como um suspiro que conto isto,Tanto, tanto tempo já passado:Duas estradas separavam-se num bosque e eu -Eu segui pela menos viajada,E isso fez a diferença toda.Robert Frost (1874-1963), Trad. José Alberto Oliveira
