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North of Boston is like a concept album. Sandwiched between the prologue of “The Pasture” and the epilogue of “Good Hours” are these snapshots of life, almost as if we are walking through the eponymous area with Frost as he reminisces on the pictures. By the time the walk is over you feel full, and as if you have lived in this area forever. As a concept it works; everything here is great, but there are few standalone poems that ask to be reread.

"Part of a moon was falling down the west,
Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills.
Its light poured softly in her lap. She saw
And spread her apron to it. She put out her
hand
Among the harp-like morning-glory strings,
Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves,
As if she played unheard the tenderness
That wrought on him beside her in the night."

From The Death of the Hired Man by Robert Frost