Word: frostings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Poet Robert Frost, 84, newly anointed poetry consultant to the Library of Congress (TIME, Oct. 27), gathered in new kudos: the $5,000 Huntington Hartford Foundation Award for 1958. Among previous winners, for their contributions of "unusual significance to the arts": madcap Painter Salvador Dali (1957), flinty Literary Historian Van Wyck (The Flowering of New England) Brooks...
Taking over as the Library of Congress' 1958-59 consultant in poetry in English, white-haired, high-shoed, 84-year-old Robert Frost called himself a "Poet in Waiting," demonstrated before newsmen that the west-running brook is still clear at the source. His job in Washington is to encourage the best American poets, and his problem is "how to select. Whom to favor? Not just somebody who says, 'You know me, Al.' " Allusive modern poetry that "doesn't come to some meaning is born dead. Nobody reads it. They write it only for each other...
This is really a two-part book, a fairy tale with corpses. Lady Diana Duff Cooper is able to evoke a world as fragile and opulent as an Edwardian conservatory filled with orchids, and still face the time when the glass broke in 1914 and the killing four-year frost came in. Her personal story is romantic enough to make Ouida-lady laureate of the plush paradise-blush for modesty. It is offset by the tough self-knowledge of an aristocracy that called a pretty fast tune but was prepared to pay a stiff price for the piper. One-fourth...
...human life. To supplement the story, TIME presents a gallery of U.S. elders, photographed by LIFE'S Alfred Eisenstaedt (who is only 59). "Eisie," who has probably photographed more famous people than any other photographer, carried his autograph book as usual, got a full-page poem from Robert Frost and a fine line from Bernard Baruch: "Oh, to be 80 again." See MEDICINE, Adding Life to Years...
...pages later the calm is shattered by a verbal and physical violence, and the book careens off on a hounds-and-hares chase that dooms Patient Treevly and involves the pragmatic Dr. Eichner in an auto crash, murder, and the machinations of a monstrous private eye named Martin Frost...