Franconia Village with Sugar Hills background, circa 1908
“….I think
”I see the parts—haze, dusk, light
broken into grains, fatigue,
the mineral dark of the White Mountains,
the wavering shadows steadying themselves—
separate, then joined, then seamless:
the way, in fact, Frost's great poems,
like all great poems, conceal
what they merely know, to be
predicaments….”
— From “On the Porch at the Frost place, Franconia, NH,’’ by William Matthews (1942-1997)
