Birth: March 26, 1874
Death: January 29, 1963
It’s his 138th birthday!
You know him because – he’s a rather famous poet. I’m including one of his poems below.
The Pasture by Robert Frost
“I’m going out to lean the pasture spring;
I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha’n’t be long. – You come too.
I’m going out to fetch the little calf
That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha’n’t be gone long. – You come too.”