Frost’s lack of humility in public related to his Nebraska failures is striking. Frost could have won the day in Texas on ...

John Shaw-Rimmington started building dry stone walls after the stones themselves complained to him. It was the 1980s, and he ...

But if the audience had heard Frost’s unread poem, they would have heard a tribute to “freedom’s story/ Right down to now in glory upon glory.” They would have been urged to “To break with followers ...

Red floors like the ones in the Frost farm house were common in New Hampshire, because red paint was cheap, which is also why there were so many red barns. Frost's poem, "Home Burial," which he ...

“Poetry saved me in second and third grades,” she said. “I still read poems and have a collection of my favorite poets on my bookshelf: Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Mary Oliver, Langston ...

Nicola Muirhead For much of my adult life, I’ve lived in the country Robert Frost called “north of Boston.” There were seven years in New Hampshire, now 36 in Vermont.

I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places. —in which Frost collapses into the kind of coyness one has come to associate with his second-rank poems.

Robert Frost, who turned 20 in 1894, uncertain of his gift, bouncing among stray gigs (actor’s manager, repairer of lights at a wool mill) in Lawrence, Massachusetts, had written a poem called ...

Jay Parini, a Robert Frost biographer, on “Nothing New,” a poem Frost wrote in 1918, which is published for the first time in The New Yorker’s Anniversary Issue.

W hen I was an undergraduate at Amherst College, it was a rite of passage for all English majors to discover that they had entirely misunderstood Robert Frost’s most famous poem “The Road Not ...

In 2002, Hart invited Heaney to William & Mary to give a poetry reading in the framework of the Patrick Hayes Writer’s Series. Heaney mentioned to Hart that he was selling his letters and other ...

Dear Readers: Hope you are all having a lovely fall. Please see below some poems that help embrace the season. “The Wild Swans at Coole” by William Butler Yeats “The trees are in their ...