To top off the "Celebrating Robert Frost" program, a friend of Frost is coming to town. Through the kind suggestion of my neighbor Andrea Liu, I contacted her friend, Dr. Shirley Badger, who personally knew Frost. Dr. Badger is traveling from her home in Chagrin Fall, Ohio, to share some personal reminiscences on the poet at Century House.
Badger is the great-niece of Mrs. Homer Noble who sold Frost one of his many farms in Vermont. Frost wrote some of his most well-known poems in a log cabin on the Homer Noble farm in Ripton. Badger's great aunts Agnes Billings and Eunice Billings Noble were very good friends of Frost. The poet rented a small cottage from Agnes Billings and ate his meals at her house before he bought the farm from Agnes' sister Eunice Noble. Badger knew Frost from her frequent visits to Ripton. For more information and photos of the Homer Noble home, see www.frostfriends.org/ripton.html.
We look forward to hearing poems and learning more about one of America's most famous poets and the former poet laureate of Vermont. Bring along an original poem, one page or less, perhaps in the style of Robert Frost, to read at the open mic. Details on "Celebrating Robert Frost" are available at www.civicartsliterary.org or you may contact Deborah Grossman, Pleasanton's Poet Laureate, at firstname.lastname@example.org or www.facebook.com/PleasantonPoetry .
This poem is dedicated to Dr. Shirley Badger for coming to Pleasanton to tell some personal stories about the poet.
A Frosty Scene
During chilled days of winter
I imagine summer
sounds of Vermont,
the loud, laughter-laced dinners
at Agnes Billings' Ripton farm
where Robert Frost
shares humorous tales with Agnes
and her sister Eunice Noble.
During dessert, Frost chuckles and cuts
more meaning from an apple
than most people bite off in a lifetime.
He's upstairs now,
debating with Ezra Pound
on whether Imagist poets
are worth their salt.
Later, he attends a poetry slam
where he eyebrows hip-hop artists
and grouches at the multifarious MFAs
of pedigreed poets.
On his way back to Agnes' house
for mirth and warm apple pie,
he'll listen to a bird in the birch
and wonder how anyone
could miss the sound of poetry
during summer in Vermont.