lingered..........................

 

Frost, when especially playful or vulnerable, was liable to conduct himself like an unfinished poem.  He lingered on the strange within the familiar, the penumbra of doubt at the edge of the known.  He let his mind rest in uncertainties such as the space between feeling and impulse, impulse and notice, between motives real and recalled.

-Adam Plunkett, Love and Need: The Life of Robert Frost's Poetry