Until he was 38, the impractical New Englander with the tart tongue and the unruly hair seemed doomed to fail at whatever he tried. An indifferent student at Dartmouth and Harvard, he spent a miserable time as a mill hand, flubbed at newspaper work, barely eked out a living on a rocky farm in New Hampshire. When, in 1912, his wife casually remarked that she would like to "live under thatch," Robert Frost moved himself and his family to England. There he gathered together some poems he had written in his spare time, labeled them A Boy's Will and sent...
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