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The Robert Frost Place: set up for the study and appreciation of Poetry

Welcome to Rising Stars Literary Meanderings Program !

This is a favorite of mine: THE FROST PLACE.


This small gem was set up for the study and appreciation of Poetry located
in Robert Frost's house in the bucolic White Mountains near Franconia, New Hampshire.
If you're interested, you can sign on to receive Frost Place newsletters
online. The center hosts a very fine summer festival for poets each year
which is well worth checking out. Click on the link to Frost Place to sign on for
the online newsletter. In copying the body of this newsletter, the artwork
was lost. Still, I hope you enjoy ! Gabriella

2012: Issue March 7, 2012

Greetings from The Frost Place

Poetry Programs 2012

This issue of The Frost Place newsletter will be devoted to news about
our poetry programs for 2012. Each issue in the series will include a
poem and statement by a program faculty member.

The Festival and Conference on Poetry

Martha Rhodes, director--Martha is also the founder of Four Way Books

July 15 - 21, 2012

Faculty members include Christopher Bursk, Cynthia Cruz, Vievee
Francis, James Allen Hall, Daniel Tobin. Poetry fellow is Stephen
Motika. Victoria McCoy will be on hand to assist faculty and
participants. Each day will include a faculty-given discussion or talk
on craft and a three-hour workshop. A daily period of silence for
reading poetry. Poetry readings each evening.

Click on the link to the Frost Center to learn more about the
program, tuition, and application process


The Advanced Seminar

Patrick Donnelly, director
August 8 - 13, 2012
Faculty members include Reginald Dwayne Betts and Diane Seuss. A daily
presentation/discussion on craft and technique; an afternoon workshop
or individual meeting with faculty. Poetry readings each evening.

Scholarships are available for all programs.

Click on the link for the Frost Center to learn more about prices
and accommodations.


Baron Wormser

When I ask questions, I ask questions about the poem’s art. Since any
given poem has so many facets, I find that I never really repeat a
question. I also find that I don’t have to ask questions that put the
student on the spot by making presuppositions and creating anxiety.
This means I never ask what a line or a poem means nor do I ask what
the students think the poet had in mind. If you talk about art, meaning
will take care of itself because art creates meaning. To talk about
what the poet had in mind is to practice mind reading. I am interested
in the text not in hypotheses about the poet’s mind. When I hear (and I
have heard) a teacher say, “Now, what did Shakespeare mean to say
here?” I cringe. It’s what a friend of mine calls “the intentional

Poems are not hierarchical—every word matters. That means the doors
into a poem are as numerous as the words in the poem. Accordingly my
first question to the class usually will be a question about word
choice. As my students say, “When we talk about poems, we talk about
language.” In the case of Gentry’s poem this means I might ask what
word is most surprising to my students, what word doesn’t seem to
belong, what word doesn’t make sense to them, or what word moves them
the most. What I want is for my students to respond to the words in the
poem as words. Poetry affords me the opportunity to focus on the lives
of the words. From "A Surge of Language: Teaching Poetry Day by Day" (Heinemann, 2004)

A poem by Baron Wormser

Crawford, Nebraska

March 25th. Driving at night
Through western Nebraska we are suspended
In the cushioned quiet of a wet spring snow—
Nickel-sized flakes plummeting deliberately.
No wizard of enchantment or Caesar or king
Or khan could have commanded such a pure spectacle.
The inky sky is a heaven and in no hurry.

We park and start to walk through a little town
Whose name we read on the post-office lintel.
It’s late and the windows are mostly dark.
The innocence of sleep is palpable
And you say that small towns are like elegies,
That they bring up the sharpest feelings of frailty.

We walk past snowy cottonwood trees
And street signs and pickup trucks. The snow will vanish
By late morning and so will we. We stop in the middle
Of a sidewalk and stick our tongues out and taste
The cold sky, the houses, the low calm breathing
Of children and men and women, the teeming
Wordless drift that subdues everything.

The Frost Place
P.O. Box 74
Franconia, NH 03580
(603) 823-5510


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