Robert Frost and the 19th Century

So, Amy, you've been in the 19th century for a year now. And I think that's enough time for you to have figured out where you want to live: The 19th century, or the 21st century. Please don't leave the decision up to me. It might not be the one you prefer.

Ya, right. Like it's an easy decision. 

It's like, there's a ton of stuff I love about this place. And there's Charlotte and even her husband George who's kinda quiet, but that's nuthin' really negative.

And then there's Barker to think about. He's my favourite, that's for sure. But he's basically got nothing, and so what kinda life would I have here? 

And Charlotte would be just fine without me. She'll have her new baby, and this mansion to live in ... yeah, she'd be just fine without me.                   Right?

So, it's Barker the brewer you decided on. Finally, you've told me. 

Well, Amy, the reality is that this decision has to be yours.
You have the power to stay right where you are without me nagging anymore, or come back to the 21st century and live your life in modern times, with everything that comes with it,  good or bad.

I can give you only a matter of days to make your final decision. And it's obviously an important one.
It will change the rest of your life.

For now, I leave you with this poem by Robert Frost --

The Road Not Taken
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 other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally layIng 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.
— Robert Frost

Although Robert Frost hasn't been born yet in the year 1868, when you currently live, he soon will be - in 1874.

Born in the United States in San Francisco, Frost's poems will use rural backdrops, many of them situated in New England. In his poems he will philosophize on everyday life.

He will become famous, receiving four Pulitzer Prizes in Poetry and forty honorary degrees. In 1960 he will receive the Congressional Gold Medal, an award bestowed by the  United States Congress.

Although not fond of school books in grade school, his attitude will change in high school. He will graduate in 1892 as co-valedictorian and will share this spotlight with his future wife, Elinor Miriam White.

In 1894, he will have his first poem, "My Butterfly: an Elegy" published. He will marry in 1895 and eventually have six children, although two will die shortly after their births.

From 1900 to 1911, Robert Frost's home will be a farm in New Hampshire.
It is here where he will write many of his poems, including Mending  Wall and Tree At My Window.
Realizing he isn't cut out to be a farmer, he will confess in later years that he was simply "too lazy".

In 1928, when Frost is 38 years of age, his first book of poems will be published, entitled,  "A Boy's Will".

Robert (Lee) Frost will die in Boston on January 29, 1963, from complications resulting from prostate surgery.