INTRODUCTION
Robert Frost was born in San Francisco, California on March 14, 1874. When he was 12 his father died so he moved to with his mom and sister Lawrence, Massachusetts. His first ever written poem was named"My Butterfly: an Elegy,'' Then he married Elinor on December 19, 1895. He had his first child was named Elliot was born a year later. Later they had 4 more children. He was about 38 when his wife and first daughter died. he later later died on January 29, 1963 he died from problems related to prostate surgery.
SECOND
He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an arc.
They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect
The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;
They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.
But this we know, the obstacle that checked
And tripped the body, shot the spirit on
Further than target ever showed or shone.
This poem from Robert Frost this is explaining a story that is probable true about how a army man or any type of solder. It explains how if there hit it explains how this person/all the people is reacting to the hit. Also how they fight and what they do to dodge a bullet or any thing that can kill them. This poem stuck out to me because i saw the tittle solider and it reminded me of of the brave men in the country that is fighting for our safety and my uncle is a army man. I can relate to this poem because my uncle is tin the war and i can't imagine what he had to go through to get there and then to stay alive. I think in this poem he is being a happy person because in this poem he's show people
SECOND
He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an arc.
They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect
The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;
They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.
But this we know, the obstacle that checked
And tripped the body, shot the spirit on
Further than target ever showed or shone.
This poem from Robert Frost this is explaining a story that is probable true about how a army man or any type of solder. It explains how if there hit it explains how this person/all the people is reacting to the hit. Also how they fight and what they do to dodge a bullet or any thing that can kill them. This poem stuck out to me because i saw the tittle solider and it reminded me of of the brave men in the country that is fighting for our safety and my uncle is a army man. I can relate to this poem because my uncle is tin the war and i can't imagine what he had to go through to get there and then to stay alive. I think in this poem he is being a happy person because in this poem he's show people
