Via Sunday Miscellany: childhood memories of poet Robert Frost in New Hampshire from Jerusha McCormack - listen above.
"I first met him as a child: a stooping man, stocky, with shocks of white hair falling over his eyes. His way seemed foxy: a little feral – cunning – even evasive in his manner..."
Sunday Miscellany, RTÉ Radio 1, Sundays from 9.10 am - listen back here.
