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A Further Range
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Above all in A Further Range Frost expresses a weariness with the demands of the chaotic age and a seeming desire to disengage. As such, the Depression appears with expressions of disdain for mass political solutions which appear futile. Frost employs his verse to deny the demands which the demanding world makes on the individual.
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Release dateJun 26, 2019
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A Further Range
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost (1874-1963) was an American poet. Born in San Francisco, Frost moved with his family to Lawrence, Massachusetts following the death of his father, a teacher and editor. There, he attended Lawrence High School and went on to study for a brief time at Dartmouth College before returning home to work as a teacher, factory worker, and newspaper delivery person. Certain of his calling as a poet, Frost sold his first poem in 1894, embarking on a career that would earn him acclaim and honor unlike any American poet before or since. Before his paternal grandfather’s death, he purchased a farm in Derry, New Hampshire for Robert and his wife Elinor. For the next decade, Frost worked on the farm while writing poetry in the mornings before returning to teaching once more. In 1912, having moved to England, Frost published A Boy’s Will, his first book of poems. Through the next several years, he wrote and published poetry while befriending such writers as Edward Thomas and Ezra Pound. In 1915, after publishing North of Boston (1914) in London, Frost returned to the United States to settle on another farm in Franconia, New Hampshire, where he continued writing and teaching and began lecturing. Over the next several decades, Frost published numerous collections of poems, including New Hampshire: A Poem with Notes and Grace Notes (1924) and Collected Poems (1931), winning a total of four Pulitzer Prizes and establishing his reputation as the foremost American poet of his generation.

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    A Further Range - Robert Frost

    A Further Range 

    by Robert Frost

    First published in 1936

    This edition published by Reading Essentials

    Victoria, BC Canada with branch offices in the Czech Republic and Germany

    For.ullstein@gmail.com

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system, except in the case of excerpts by a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review.

    A Further Range 

     by 

     Robert Frost

    To E. F.

    for what it may mean to her that beyond the White Mountains were the Green; beyond both were the Rockies, the Sierras, and, in thought, the Andes and the Himalayas—range beyond range even into the realm of government and religion

    Many of these poems have had the advantage of previous publication in The Saturday Review of Literature, The Yale Review, Poetry, Scribner’s Magazine, The Virginia Quarterly Review, The Atlantic Monthly, The American Mercury, Books, Direction and The New Frontier. The author wishes to make grateful acknowledgment.

    TAKEN DOUBLY

    A Lone Striker

    or, Without Prejudice to Industry

    Two Tramps in Mud Time

    or, A Full-time Interest

    The White-tailed Hornet

    or, The Revision of Theories

    A Blue Ribbon at Amesbury

    or, Small Plans Gratefully Heard Of

    A Drumlin Woodchuck

    or, Be Sure to Locate

    The Gold Hesperidee

    or, How to Take a Loss

    In Time of Cloudburst

    or, The Long View

    A Roadside Stand

    or, On Being Put Out of Our Misery

    Departmental

    or, The End of My Ant Jerry

    The Old Barn at the Bottom of the Fogs

    or, Class Prejudice Afoot

    On the Heart’s Beginning to Cloud the Mind

    or, From Sight to Insight

    The Figure in the Doorway

    or, On Being Looked at in a Train

    At Woodward’s Gardens

    or, Resourcefulness Is More than Understanding

    A Record Stride

    or, The United States Stated

    TAKEN SINGLY

    Lost in Heaven

    Desert Places

    Leaves Compared with Flowers

    A Leaf Treader

    On Taking from the Top to Broaden the Base

    They Were Welcome to Their Belief

    The Strong Are Saying Nothing

    The Master Speed

    Moon Compasses

    Neither Out Far Nor In Deep

    Voice Ways

    Design

    On a Bird Singing in Its Sleep

    After-flakes

    Clear and Colder

    Unharvested

    There are Roughly Zones

    A Trial Run

    Not Quite Social

    Provide Provide

    TEN MILLS

    1. Precaution

    2. The Span of Life

    3. The Wrights’ Biplane

    4. Assertive

    5. Evil Tendencies Cancel

    6. Pertinax

    7. Waspish

    8. One Guess

    9. The Hardship of Accounting

    10. Not All There

    11. In Div´es’ Dive

    THE OUTLANDS

    The Vindictives—The Andes

    The Bearer of Evil Tidings—The Himalayas

    Iris by Night—The Malverns (but these are only hills)

    BUILD SOIL

    Build Soil (As delivered at Columbia, May 31, 1932, before the National party conventions of that year)

    To a Thinker

    AFTERTHOUGHT

    A Missive Missile

    TAKEN DOUBLY

    A LONE STRIKER

    The swinging mill bell changed its rate

    To tolling like the count of fate,

    And though at that the tardy ran,

    One failed to make the closing gate.

    There was a law of God or man

    That on the one who came too late

    The gate for half an hour be locked,

    His time be lost, his pittance docked.

    He stood rebuked and unemployed.

    The straining mill began to shake.

    The mill, though many, many eyed,

    Had eyes inscrutably opaque;

    So that he couldn’t look inside

    To see if some forlorn machine

    Was standing idle for his sake.

    (He couldn’t hope its heart would break.)

    And yet he thought he saw the scene:

    The air was full of dust of wool.

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