Ailing American poet Robert Frost has suffered a new physical setback.Doctors at a Boston, Massachusetts,?
Ailing American poet Robert Frost has suffered a new physical setback.Doctors at a Boston, Massachusetts, hospital said today (Tuesday, 8 January) he was attacked again by pulmonary embolism.Surgeons operated today.
The white-haired, 88-year-old Frost...America's unofficial poet laureate...has been convalescing from an earlier operation and, while in the hospital, suffered a heart attack and a previous attack of pulmonary embolism.
Frost was born March 26, 1874 in San Francisco, on the West Coast of the United States but his life and his poetry are rooted in New England, on the country's East Coast.
He has been farmer, teacher, lecturer, and poet.In the latter role, he has won worldwide fame.He won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry four times and in recent years, his birthdays have become something close to national observances.
Frost first won literary fame in England, where he lived for a brief period.His first book of poems, "A Boy's Will," was published in London in 1913.His latest book, "In The Clearing," was published last year.
Last year also, Frost visited the Soviet Union, meeting with poets, Soviet citizens, and Premier Khrushchev.Of Khrushchev, Frost said: "He's our enemy, but he's a great man.He's not a coward." And Frost, with obvious reference to the Berlin wall, read from his famous poem "Mending Wall," in Moscow: "Before I built a wall I'd ask to know/What I was calling out,/And to whom I was likely to give offense.
In 1950, the U.S.Senate adopted a resolution honoring Frost on his 75th birthday.The resolution stated that his poems "have helped guide American thought with humor and wisdom, setting forth to our minds a reliable representation of ourselves and of all men."
And Adlai Stevenson later wrote: "In Robert Frost, the American people have found their poet, their singer, their seer...in short, their bard." Stevenson continued: "If you asked me to name one poem which enshrines for me the spirit in which as a nation we should confront our troubled future, I would quote you the last of these familiar lines:
"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.