"Most of my ideas occur in verse," Robert Frost once said. "But I have always had some turning up in talk that I feared I might never use because I was too lazy to write prose.'' The poet's new biography,* by Critic Elizabeth Shepley Sergeant, is little more than an affectionate scrapbook, patiently assembled by an old friend. It is filled with familiar and unfamiliar poems, letters, reviews of his books. pages from old notebooks and Christmas cards. But above all, it contains a steady flow of the talk that Frost, 86, feared might...
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