Joe, Robert Frost was one of America's most beloved Poets. He lived in Amherst, MA at one time, also home of Emily Dickinson. Her Grandfather helped found Amherst College, and they have a library named after RF. One of my favorite Frost poems is: "Stopping by Woods". If you do not already have it check out this link. The only V&V series I have is of Emily Dickinson at this time. https://www.learner.org/series/voices-visions/robert-frost/
@Nancy Hart Departmental An ant on the tablecloth Ran into a dormant moth Of many times his size. He showed not the least surprise. His business wasn't with such. He gave it scarcely a touch, And was off on his duty run. Yet if he encountered one Of the hive's enquiry squad Whose work is to find out God And the nature of time and space, He would put him onto the case. Ants are a curious race; One crossing with hurried tread The body of one of their dead Isn't given a moment's arrest- Seems not even impressed. But he no doubt reports to any With whom he crosses antennae, And they no doubt report To the higher-up at court. Then word goes forth in Formic: "Death's come to Jerry McCormic, Our selfless forager Jerry. Will the special Janizary Whose office it is to bury The dead of the commissary Go bring him home to his people. Lay him in state on a sepal. Wrap him for shroud in a petal. Embalm him with ichor of nettle. This is the word of your Queen." And presently on the scene Appears a solemn mortician; And taking formal position, With feelers calmly atwiddle, Seizes the dead by the middle, And heaving him high in air, Carries him out of there. No one stands round to stare. It is nobody else's affair It couldn't be called ungentle But how thoroughly departmental Robert Frost Ant-Human Interface
Good morning to all- Robert E. Lee Frost is my favorite American poet. I have enjoyed reading his words for a long time. "The Witch of Coos" is a truly frightening poem- if a poem can be frightening. "Home Burial" gives such a look at marriage and the friction it entails. Of course, I treasure two roads which diverged in a yellow wood, and the bending birches. I think I would have liked to speak with Mr. Frost. you all be safe and keep well- Ed
Acquainted with the Night By Robert Frost 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.
Robert Frost Biography: Career Career: After quitting college, Robert Frost began a teaching career, helping his mother at work. He also took up a series of odd jobs like delivering newspapers and working in a carbon arc lamps factory. Facts About Robert Frost: Frost was a lover of animals and had a special fondness for his pet rooster, which he named "Peck." (MORE)