A small lilac-coloured notice tells us that a lecture on the poet Robert Frost will be given at the Hop Blossom pub. There will be readings from his poems and then a discussion. The poetry will start at 6.30p.m. and the evening will conclude with a supper at 8.30p.m.
The Hop Blosson is a lovely pub in the centre of town. It’s just down the road from where I live. I reckon that Robert Frost and the pub will go well together.
I first heard of Robert Frost when, years ago, I was listening to a song by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel. The song is called ‘The dangling conversation’ and it’s on their ‘Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme’ album. It was (and is) a beautiful song. One of the lines goes: ‘And you read your Emily Dickenson and I my Robert Frost.’ I can imagine two people, each with a volume of poetry in their hands, sitting in the twilight, together – yet a thousand worlds apart. Later I was told that Robert Frost had begun a lovely poem with the line: ‘Nature’s first green is gold.’ That line makes me think of nature’s colours in England. What are they?
They begin ice-blue and cool grey. Then: white, yellow – and purple too; Next, deep green and a dazzling white; and last: amber, auburn and topaz – dying in golden light.