A fond memory of the poet.

Some years later, Robert Frost wrote a little known but beautiful lyric titled The Freedom of the Moon. In that poem, he took advice he gave poets in his interview on how to describe the moon.

Nevertheless, for this poem, and for the first time in his career, Frost got paid—$15, by the editor of a New York weekly called The Independent. “On reading ‘My Butterfly,’ ” Adam Plunkett writes in ...

Sometimes seen as the stuff of commencement addresses, his poems are hard to pin down—just like the man behind them.

Vermont and New Hampshire aren’t so similar anymore.

I was surprised that, in her review of a new book on Robert Frost, Abigail Deutsch refers to the poet as a “terrifying man” (Books, Feb. 22). That doesn’t track with my own experience.