Word: frost
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Next step is to watch the weather and its effect on the young hoppers. The migratory species are semidesert insects that thrive best under dry conditions; a cold rain or a late frost can wipe them out. So can their natural enemies (other insects, birds, etc.)-which the Government's experts keep track...
...those of us who have attended Bread Loaf School about a mile up the road from Homer Noble Farm, the article and picture served as a sort of reunion with both that lovely mountain-girt country and the remarkable Robert Frost . . . My friends and fellow students of other years at Bread Loaf will long remember his puckish wit and astounding erudition on any subject. An afternoon talk with Frost in his tiny cabin set up the hillside from the Noble house, his shepherd dog Gillie lying by the fire and appearing to listen as his master talks of a variety...
...dramatic monologues and dialogues Frost never improved on these early works. One of them, "The Generations of Men," is as sad and lovely an American romance as anything of Hawthorne's; two others, "A Servant to Servants" and "Home Burial," are as torturing records of the life of men with women as New England could provide. Frost went back to farming near Franconia, N.H., and in 1924 won his first Pulitzer Prize with New Hampshire. After that the sturdy, deliberate man with the tousled head and bright blue eyes became a public figure...
...Frost was, at last, going back in time to the richly and fearfully storied past; he had taken the way that only the greatest modern men of letters-Joyce, Mann,, Eliot-have been able to take without being engulfed, into the mystery of the long ago that becomes myth. Though he took his humor and toughness with him, his Grail-poem, "Directive" (1947), has a sorrowful magic like nothing he had written before. If this was the old man's intolerable touch of poetry, A Masque of Reason (1945) and A Masque of Mercy (1947) carried on his vein...
Last week Robert Frost was on his farm near Ripton, Vt., where this spring, with his partner, Stafford Dragon, he manufactured 60 gallons of fine maple sirup. He had also, in the course of the school year, visited and lectured at 20 colleges; but his Homer Noble farm (named for a former owner) is where he spends the longest stretch of the year. He passes his time there, reading history and biography, sometimes working around the rugged mountain farm. When he gets to the Homer Noble farm the arrival is, in a geographical way, something like the one he wrote...