Marilyn,
Well, I tried... Actually, the bit about Frost putting his hands in his pockets was me, rather than Wilbur. I was extending Wilbur's argument about Frost's conversing with Shelley's "Adonais" and applying it also to the very ending of the poem, which has to be in total contrast with Shelley's aspirational sublime.
"By cracky" is a new one on me. I may adopt it myself.
Gregory
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