August 2022: “Two Roads…”
My poems—I should suppose everybody’s poems—are allset to trip the reader head foremost into the boundless.Ever since infancy I have had the habit of leaving myblocks, carts, chairs, and such like ordinaries where peoplewould be pretty sure to fall forward over them in the dark.Forward, you understand, and in the dark. Robert Frost to Leonidas W. Payne, Jr.,November 1, 1927 (Robert Frost…












