Robert Frost, was an American poet, son of William Prescott Frost, Jr., and Isabelle Moodie, was born on March 26, 1874 in San Francisco, California. His father was a journalist and his mother was a Scottish schoolteacher. When Frost was eleven, his father died of tuberculosis, leaving Isabelle and Robert only eight dollars to support themselves. As a result, Isabelle and Robert moved in with her grandfather William Frost, Sr., in Lawrence, Massachusetts. Robert had a keen interest in poetry and writing, publishing his first poem in the Lawrence High School student magazine. Frost studied for a brief stay at Dartmouth College and joined the Theta Delta Chi fraternity, before leaving to eventually work as editor of the local newspaper. In 1894, Robert Frost sold his first professional poem, “My Butterfly.” An Elegy,” to The Independent for fifteen dollars, and then had five poems privately printed. Frost proposed to Elinor Miriam White, a former St. Lawrence University classmate because of her recent success. He waited until she graduated while he studied liberal arts at Harvard University. In 1895 he married and had six children: sons Elliot, Carol and daughters Lesley, Irma, Marjorie and Elinor Bettina. He left Harvard without graduating to settle on the family farm in New Hampshire that his grandfather had given them as a wedding gift before his death. The Frost family spent nine years on the farm, where Robert wrote some of his best-known poems in the mornings before beginning his daily farm chores. As the farm did not provide a significant source of income, Frost began working at Pinkerton Academy and the New Hampshire Normal School as an English teacher from 1906 to 1912. While working, he often submitted his. ..... middle of paper ...... this is the other road, the one that has seen little wear and tear in recent years, as the road is overgrown with grass like fresh snow powder beckoning at someone's foot. He considers the possibility of taking one path now, and the other at another time, before realizing that sometimes you have to make a decision and keep moving forward because you are incapable of doing certain things in life again. He tells us that he ended up “taking the one that was less crowded, and that made all the difference” (899). However, it was only later that he realized how important such a decision would end up being in his life and how such a minor event or decision could alter the path of your life. In his final line of the poem, we are able to better visualize the two roads as he recalls that they were not "equally right", but instead, as mentioned in the video analysis, "he remembers that a road is less traveled..”