Pondering Seasons and ReasonsOnce upon a time, Robert Frost seemed the most important poet in the world, America’s answer to Shakespeare, standing over us Mount Rushmore-like with his thick shock of snowy white hair, his quotations decorating every classroom door at my Connecticut boarding school.
Then
I grew up, and just like that, Frost’s stature seemed to dip. Like the Eagles or
Judy Blume, his outsized success became the very reason not to take him
seriously. Since I’m not a poetry lover, I have no idea how prevailing a view
this might be; I just sense his stock is not what it was.
