Robert Frost...

The Easter I was 12 years old, my dad gave me a copy of the complete works of Robert Frost. At first the thickness of the book made reading it seem like a daunting task, but the following summer, I challenged myself to read a poem a day. I found that I actually enjoyed poetry. Soon, I was reading 3-5 poems a day. I would then discuss the meanings of them with my dad. I learned that Robert Frost had a very depressing life, and that it was reflected in some of his poems through melancholy imagery. Ever since then, I have had a love for poets, which brought about a knowledge and love for classic playwright's and novelist's works. So thank you Daddy! I'll leave you with my favourite Frost poem.

The Sound of Trees I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place? We suffer them by the day Till we lose all measure of pace, And fixity in our joys, And acquire a listening air. They are that that talks of going But never gets away; And that talks no less for knowing, As it grows wiser and older, That now it means to stay. My feet tug at the floor And my head sways to my shoulder Sometimes when I watch trees sway, From the window or the door. I shall set forth for somewhere, I shall make the reckless choice Some day when they are in voice And tossing so as to scare The white clouds over them on. I shall have less to say, But I shall be gone. Robert Frost