Word: frosted
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...world where much is unknowable, Frost takes refuge in what is knowable, matter-of-fact and practical. "It's knowing what to do with things that counts." One of his favorite books is Robinson Crusoe : "I never tire of being shown how the limited can make snug in the limit less." For himself, Frost asks a wall against intrusion of knowledge, or people, a fence "between too much and me." What is beyond those fences, says Frost, is no man's business. It is "the canyon of Ceasing to Question What Doesn't Concern...
...Robert Frost has had more need than most men to draw in. Of the tragic deaths and illnesses in his family, the most crushing was the death of his wife in 1938. The shock to Frost was so great that he took to his bed with pneumonia. But he pulled through. Restored to his tough humor, when he underwent an operation for hemorrhoids he issued a bulletin: "I am resting on my laurels after an operation for asteroids...
...Florida where he has a small house in Coral Gables, summers at his Vermont farm, which he shares with the Morrison family: Harvard Lecturer (and poet) Theodore Morrison* and his wife Kathleen. Both at Cambridge and Ripton, "K," serves as a sort of combined secretary, manager and friend, handles Frost's correspondence, types his poems, fends off unwanted callers, fusses over his diet and clothes, tries to see that he gets to bed at a reasonable hour...
...summer long, there is a steady stream of friends visiting at the farm. Frost receives them slumped in the ancient Morris chair he bought 40 years ago, talking in his twanging New England voice, a rascally twinkle in his blue eyes. When the Morrisons are there, Frost takes his meals with them at the main house 50 yards down the hill from his cabin...
Cluttered Attic. A late riser, Frost eats a breakfast of watered milk and a raw egg flavored with lemon. Afternoons, he walks the hills or potters around the farm (he is helping his tenant farmer, Stafford Dragon, build an extra room on the main house). Last week he was spending his evenings reading Catullus (in Latin), dipping into travel books ("they keep your imagination kind of stretched wide") or writing in his slow longhand. Frost writes nearly all his poems straight through at a sitting. "A poem can't be worried into existence," he says...