Wednesday Checking the east coast’s weather report from Slovenia, I see that it has been blanketed by snow, closing a number of schools and workplaces. I therefore repost this essay on the joys of a snow day. Reprinted from Feb. 9, 2010 An unusually heavy snowstorm has locked us into our homes these past few […]
Tag Archives: Robert Frost
Snow Days Open Cracks in Time
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Returning to the Misty Past
John Gatta’s “Spirits of Place” is helping me understand why I have chosen to retire in my home town. Wordsworth, Stowe, Homer, and Frost help out as well.
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Live in the Layers, Not on the Litter
Stanley Kunitz writes a variation of Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” that beautifully captures Yom Kippur themes.
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Sleeping Outdoors
Poetry adds an extra dimension to sleeping outdoors.
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The Dangerous Art of Chainsaws
I thought of Robert Frost’s poem “Out, Out” as tree trimmers took down a rotten tree by our house.
Graded Essays Are Like Chopped Wood
If you are a teacher swamped by end-of-term essays, Frost’s “Woodpile” has some good advice for you.
Walking Down the Saddest City Lane
In which I read Robert Frost’s “I Have Been Acquainted with the Night” as an Advent poem.
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Not Your Father’s Apple Cider
A visit to my cousins’ hard apple cider processing plant showed me that making the beverage has changed markedly since the days of John Keats and Robert Frost.
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