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Frost Land On the small balcony with purple morning glories and magenta zinnias in pots, I see two eagles flowing west to east, lower to higher, doing whatever they do at a time like this, but definitely showing themselves off in a faded blue flannel sky with a…
Read More »Long Purples by Paul Marion My wife Rosemary and I live in a townhouse condo atop a former ski slope in Amesbury, Mass., just uphill from the compact but busy downtown. Called Powow Hill for the original residents in this area, the 330-foot hill is crowned with a small public…
Read More »The 100th anniversary issue of The New Yorker magazine (Feb. 10) includes a literary scoop, the first publication of a previously unknown poem by Robert Frost (1874-1963). The short poem, “Nothing New,” dated 1918 in Amherst, Mass., is written in the front of a copy of his second book, North…
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