Exactly 50 years ago yesterday, poet Robert Frost died at the age of 88. For a man so closely associated with New England, you may not realize that he was born and lived the first 11 years of his life in San Francisco. After his father died, the Frost family moved east to Massachusetts with a grand total of eight dollars to their name.
At the age of 20, Robert Frost sold his first poem, "My Butterfly." Several volumes followed as he attended Dartmouth and Harvard (although he never quite finished at either college). A trip to Europe brought local, then international recognition and he and his family returned to the United States in triumph. Frost eventually won four Pulitzer Prizes, became unofficial poet laureate of the US, read at John F. Kennedy's Presidential inauguration, had a mountain named for him in Vermont, and became a staple in classrooms. If you had to memorize "Mending Wall" or "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," you're not alone.
Fifty years later, his legacy as one of the most important American poets ever is solid. Stop by and pick up one of his poetry books here, perfect for a cold winter's reading right here in Robert Frost's world.