After the death of his father from tuberculosis when Frost was eleven years old, he moved with his mother and sister, Jeanie, who was two years younger, to Lawrence, Massachusetts. He became interested in reading and writing poetry during his high school years in Lawrence, enrolled at Dartmouth College in Hanover, New Hampshire, inand later at Harvard University in Boston, though he never earned a formal college degree.
We are within two hours of Bagdad and I'm free to admit that coming up this river gives one a wholesome respect for our lines of communication. This is the 9th day we've been at it, tying up for a few hours at night but steaming 17 or 18 hours a day notwithstanding.
It's well that it wasn't a month later for already the temperature is 90 and on a crowded ship it's hot. We passed Kut before sunrise, but I got up to see it--poor tragic little place--it's shelled walls and shattered palm trees catching the first flash of day.
It is quite empty still, but we are going to clean it out and build it up as soon as possible. We anchored last night just above Ctesiphon. I know the river banks well, for I've ridden up them more than once. Our big camps are the only unfamiliar objects. It's exactly three years to-day since I last set out from Bagdad across the Syrian Desert on my way back from Arabia.
Sir Percy made me most welcome and said a house had been allotted to me. I went off to see it and found a tiny stifling box of a place in a dirty little bazaar.
It was absolutely empty--what furniture I had was with my heavy luggage and not yet landed, and I hadn't even a boy, as I had left my servant to look after the heavy luggage.
Fortunately, like a good traveller, I had not parted from my bed and bath. These I proceeded to set up and further unpacked my box which had been dropped into the Tigris, and hung out all the things to dry on the railings of the court. It was breathlessly hot.
I hadn't so much as a chair to put anything on, and when I wanted water for washing I had to open my front door and call in the help of the bazaar.
Fortunately they responded with alacrity. I dined with Sir Percy, armed myself with a loaf of bread for breakfast and returned to my empty house to sleep. By good luck my servant turned up late that night, so that there was someone to water tea for me next morning.
I confess, however, that after having done my hair and breakfasted on the floor I felt a little discouraged. It was clear that something must be done at once, and I proceeded to hunt for one. The first thing I tumbled on to was a rose garden with three summer houses in it, quite close to the Political Office and belonging, fortunately, to an old friend of mine, Musa Chalabi.
I decided at once that this was the thing, but a kitchen had to be built and a bath room, and sunblinds to be put up--a thousand things. I got Musa Chalabi to help me and summoned in an old man, a servant whom I've known for ages, and after five days' work I'm in--'tant bien que mal' and it promises very well.
My old man Shamao has engaged me a cook and the Englishman who runs all the supplies Col. Dixon is my faithful friend, having been charged by the I. And my roses I must tell you are glorious. Oh, but it is hot! I'm longing for my thin summer clothes.
I wonder when they will reach me here. Meantime all my acquaintances and friends have flocked in to see me. I've visited the Naqib, the head religious man and an ally of many years' standing, and have been received with open arms.
And it is all wildly interesting--War Office telegraphing for signed articles from me, etc. I'm going to have an exciting summer. Bagdad is a mass of roses and congratulations.
They are genuinely delighted at being free of the Turks. The rest for another time, I am so busy.Download-Theses Mercredi 10 juin the letters of gertrude bell selected and edited by lady bell, d.b.e.
volume 2 boni and liveright publishers new york printed in england for boni and liveright, inc. A Critical Analysis of Robert Frost’s Mending Wall. Mending Wall is a poem about a wall made of stones that divides the narrator’s property from his neighbor’s.
Every spring, the two neighbors meet up to inspect the wall and make any necessary repairs. The narrator do not understand why his neighbor insists that the wall stays up as. is and in to a was not you i of it the be he his but for are this that by on at they with which she or from had we will have an what been one if would who has her.
About Mending Wall. Frost’s Mending Wall, which can also be read in full here, was published in by David caninariojana.com modern literature, it is considered as one of the most analyzed and anthologized poems. In the poem, the poet is a New England farmer, who walks along with his neighbor in the spring season to repair the stone wall that falls .
"The Road Not Taken" is a poem by Robert Frost, published in as the first poem in the collection Mountain Interval.