RobertFrost罗伯特·弗罗斯特介绍英文PPT.ppt

Robert Frost (1874-1963) Made by Mandygo 2009090119 Life experiences Main works Poetic features Poetry appreciation Life experiences l Born: 26 March 1874 Birthplace: San Francisco, California Died: 29 January 1963 lWhen he was 11 years old, he moved to the East with his widowed mother. l In 1894, he published his first poem My Butterfly: An Elegy l Between 1892 and 1900, he married Elinor Miriam White and began raising his family while he worked in mills , taught school, and attended Dartmouth College and Harvard University. lIn 1900, Frost moved to a farm in Derry, Hampshire. lIn 1911 he sold his farm and moved his family to England in the following year and began writing poetry full-time. lIn 1915 he returned to the US and became extremely popular. lFrost was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1924, 1931,1937, and 1943. l In 1961 he was invited to read his poem “The Gift Outright“ at the late President, John F. Kennedys inaugural ceremonies. Robert Frost died on the 29th of January 1963 in Boston, Massachusetts. His gravestone reads I Had A Lovers Quarrel With The World. Main works A Boys Will North of Boston Mountain Interval (The Road not Taken) New Hampshire (Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening) West-running Brook A Witness Tree Nothing Gold can Stay Mending Wall Design The Wood Pile Birches After Apple Picking His understanding of poem “Sometimes I have my doubts of words altogether, and I ask myself what is the place of them. They are worse than nothing unless they do something; unless they amount to deeds, as in ultimatums or battle-cries. They must be flat and final like the show-down in poker, from which there is no appeal. My definition of poetry would be this: words that become deeds.“ Poetic features “There are two types of realists: the one who offers a good deal of dirt with his potato to show that it is a real one, and the one who is satisfied with the potato brushed clean. Im inclined to be the second kind. To me, the thing that art does for life is to clean it, to strip it to form.“ A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found the words. A good poem “begins in delight and ends in wisdom.” Poetic features 1.The poetry of Robert Frost combined pastoral imagery with solitary philosophical themes and was often associated with rural New England. 2.His natural poetry has a surface smoothness and simplicity. Then suddenly , the surface breaks under our feet, like ice on a pond . We look down into unexpected depths of meaning. 3.He was good at metaphor. 4.“ a momentary stay against confusion” “And so I dream of going back to be./ Its Im weary of considerations,/and life is too much like a pathless wood/Id like to get away from earth a while / and then come back to it and begin it over.” “earths right place for love:/I dont know where its likely to go better. ” 5. Nature appears as an explicator and a mediator for man and severs as the center of reference for his behavior. 6.Frost has been linked with the tradition of nature poetry. He combines colloquial speech patterns with traditional verse forms. Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sounds the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (1923) 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. Nothing Gold Can Stay Natures first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leafs a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, The Road not Taken And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, 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 sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I I took the on