Taking over as the Library of Congress' 1958-59 consultant in poetry in English, white-haired, high-shoed, 84-year-old Robert Frost called himself a "Poet in Waiting," demonstrated before newsmen that the west-running brook is still clear at the source. His job in Washington is to encourage the best American poets, and his problem is "how to select. Whom to favor? Not just somebody who says, 'You know me, Al.' " Allusive modern poetry that "doesn't come to some meaning is born dead. Nobody reads it. They write it only for each other." Good poetry is...
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