Once-married-then-frustrated-actress Grace Kelly once found it acceptable as a Princess to read poetry.
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"With the actors Richard Kiley and Richard Pasco, she participated in "The American Heritage," prepared In honor of the U.s. Bicentennial. Grace recited poems by Anne Bradstreet, Carl Sandburg, Ogden Nash, T.S. Eliot,and Robert Frost. (Originally staged at the Edinburgh International Festival, the program played later in Pittsburgh, Minneapolis, Princeton, Harvard, and Washington D.C.
"The staged poetry reading continued sporadically from 1976 through 1981 and were a source of great pleasure for Grace and her audiences. She canceled them early in 1982 when she suffered the first of a series of severe headaches that seemed to be migraines but were not. No cause or remedy could be found, except that her blood pressure was abnormally high, and she could not tolerate the side effects of most antihypertensive medications then available to her. The headaches came and went, but her blood pressure was not well controlled. These ailments were the first signs that she was suffering form vascular disease, just like several members of her family.
C 2009 Donald Spoto
Harmony Books
Showing posts with label Robert Frost. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Robert Frost. Show all posts
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ROBERT FROST Quote
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. - Robert Frost
8/14/09
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN - ROBERT FROST
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
By Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no steps had trodden black.
Oh! I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
By Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no steps had trodden black.
Oh! I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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