![]() ![]() He learned all there wasģ3To learn about not launching out too soonģ5Clear to the ground. ![]() ![]() They click upon themselvesĨAs the breeze rises, and turn many-coloredĩAs the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.ġ0Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shellsġ1Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust-ġ2Such heaps of broken glass to sweep awayġ3You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.ġ4They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,ġ5And they seem not to break though once they are bowedġ6So low for long, they never right themselves:ġ7You may see their trunks arching in the woodsġ8Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the groundġ9Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hairĢ0Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.Ģ1But I was going to say when Truth broke inĢ2With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-stormĢ3I should prefer to have some boy bend themĢ4As he went out and in to fetch the cows-Ģ5Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,Ģ6Whose only play was what he found himself,Ģ7Summer or winter, and could play alone.Ģ8One by one he subdued his father's treesĢ9By riding them down over and over againģ0Until he took the stiffness out of them,ģ1And not one but hung limp, not one was leftģ2For him to conquer. Often you must have seen themħAfter a rain. "That's probably why Frost always remembered it.1When I see birches bend to left and rightĢAcross the lines of straighter darker trees,ģI like to think some boy's been swinging them.ĤBut swinging doesn't bend them down to stayĥAs ice-storms do. "There's something about this farm that pulls you in," said Golden. Still, walking around the farm, even today, gives visitors the same sense of creative seclusion that Frost experienced, said Golden. To the south in Lawrence, Mass., where Frost and his wife graduated high school as co-valedictorians, sits a majority-Latino city where the old mills have closed and residents struggle with basic adult literacy. Strip malls and stores cater to discount-minded Massachusetts shoppers lured to New Hampshire because there's no sales tax. Since the time Frost and his family lived at the farm, much has changed in the area. The farm closes for the season to visitors Oct. Throughout the summer, the farm will host a number of poet readings and lectures on Frost. "Of all the things in this house," said Golden, "we are sure the great man sat here." Some items, officials say, were definitely used by Frost, including the pair of wooden toilets near the entrance. For example, visitors to the farm will see antique books Frost read as a child and a chair next to the kitchen window where Frost wrote. To recreate his happy life at the farm, the New Hampshire's Division of Parks and Recreation, which purchased the property shortly after Frost died, restored furniture and purchased period pieces around the home under the advisement of his late daughter, Lesley Frost Ballantine. He and his wife, Elinor, homeschooled their children and Frost began to use the landscape in his work. In between his duties as a farmer, Frost walked the land and wrote constantly. Frost worked as a poultry farmer for five years, before turning to teaching as an English instructor at nearby Pinkerton Academy. It gave him time to dream."įrost moved to Derry in 1900 after his grandfather agreed to buy the farm for him on one condition - Frost and his family stay there for at least 10 years before Frost could own it. "The farm turned out to be exactly what Robert Frost needed. "Derry was a place where he grew as a poet," said Mark Schorr, executive director of the Robert Frost Foundation, based in nearby Lawrence, Mass. The New Hampshire Division of Parks and Recreation recently placed markers at the spots scholars believed inspired Frost to later write the poems "Nothing Gold Can Stay," "Mending Wall" and "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," among others. New Hampshire officials hope the restored house along with newly placed markers around the Hyla Brook Nature Poetry Trail, or the area that surrounds the farm, will give visitors a sense of how the environment played a role in some of Frost's more memorable works. ![]()
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