robert frost

National Poetry Month: Robert Frost

Robert Frost is one of the most notable poets in history. He has been the recipient of four Pulitzer Prizes, and even served as a consultant in poetry to the Library of Congress. Additionally, in 1962, he was presented with the Congressional Gold Medal.

Frostpicture.jpgRobert Frost  was even asked to read a poem at the presidential inauguration of President John F. Kennedy. His work has spanned multiple genres of poetry, with subject matter ranging from self-reflection to inanimate objects as his focus.

According to The Poetry Foundation, “to accomplish such objectivity and grace, Frost took up 19th-century tools and made them new.” He wrote most of his poems in regular verse, not straying to far into the free verse realm. He was most known for portraying ordinary people in everyday situations which allows readers to connect immediately with the poem.

His most notable poems, The Road Not TakenStopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Birches, and Out, Out— are cornerstones to any literature enthusiast or student. Today, we note the affect that Robert Frost has had on the poetry community in honor of National Poetry Month.

 

 

About Corinne

CA Bio ImageCorinne has her MFA in Writing from Lindenwood University and her MPS in Publishing from George Washington University. She has been an editor at Ink Smith Publishing and Native Ink Press since 2013, taking over the company in 2019. Since her first trip to the library when she was a toddler, Corinne has been collecting books, recommending her favorites, and providing commentary on the less-than-stellar. Her belief is that if you have a problem, it’s nothing that a good book can’t solve.

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter to all our readers! What is your favorite springtime poem? 

 

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Here are some notable Easter poems for your Easter Sunday enjoyment.

Easter Day

by Oscar Wilde 

The Silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
And borne upon the necks of men I saw,
Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.

Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,
And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red,
Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:
In spendour and in light the Pope passed home.

My heart stole back across the wide wastes of years
To One who wandered by a lonely sea,
And sought in vain for any place of rest:
“Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest,
I, only I, my wander wearily,
And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.”

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A Prayer In Spring

by Robert Frost

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.

 

What Is It? 

Author Unknown

Tall ears,
Twinkly noses,
Tiny tail,
And—hop, he goes!
What is he?
Can you guess?
I feed him carrots
And watercress.

His ears are long,
his tail is small,
And he doesn’t make any
Noise at all!
Tall ears,
Twinkly nose,
Tiny tail,
And—hop, he goes!