Today’s Poem: Sugaring

Raymond Holden in Robert Frost’s woods

Boiling maple syrup (Wikimedia Commons)

In any literary era, there’s only so much room. Some poets will rise to the top, to shine their light down on everyone else. Others will appear to us as shadows in that light. So much in this world amounts to an accident of time and place, of coincidence. An American poet publishing a New Hampshire snow poem in 192…