1. By Andrew Jacobson And Matt Mansolino
Robert Frost
By Andrew Jacobson
And
Matt Mansolino

2. Biographical Information
Born March of 1874, San Francisco
His family lived in California until his father had died when he was just eleven and then moved to Lawrence, Massachusettes with mom and sister
1892, Frost graduated high school and attended Dartmouth College and was a member of the Theta Delta Chi fraternity
first poem, "My Butterfly: An Elegy“
Married Elinor White
Accepts offer to teach at State Normal School and moves family to Plymouth. Teaches courses in education and psychology.
Daughter Elinor Bettina is born on June 18, and dies on June 21.
Biographical timeline of Robert Frost Life:

3. Biographical Information
Helps arrange poets' lecture series which includes Carl Sandburg, Louis Untermeyer, and Amy Lowell. Fellowship at Michigan is renewed for another year.
Awarded Pulitzer Prize for New Hampshire in May. Receives Honorary Litt.D. degrees from Middlebury College and Yale University. Grandson William Prescott Frost, son of Carol, is born on October 15. Gives notice to Amherst of his acceptance of lifetime appointment at University of Michigan as Fellow in Letters, with no teaching obligations to begin next autumn.
Wins Pulitzer Prize for A Further Range. elected to membership in the American Philosophical Society. Elinor undergoes surgery for breast cancer in early October.

4. October by: Robert Frost 
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief. Hearts not averse to being beguiled, Beguile us in the way you know. Release one leaf at break of day; At noon release another leaf; One from our trees, one far away. Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the land with amethyst. Slow, slow! For the grapes' sake, if they were all, Whose leaves already are burnt with frost, Whose clustered fruit must else be lost-- For the grapes' sake along the wall.
The Road Not Taken by: Robert Frost 
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 tother, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy ans wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, 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 one less traveled by And that has made all the difference.