His malice was a pimple down his good
Big face, with its sly eyes. I must be sorry
Mr Frost has left:
I like it so less I don't understood—
Particularly his contempt for poets he considered inferior. According to Jeffrey Meyer’s biography, Frost once interrupted a reading from Archibald MacLeish first with cat-calls, then by setting fire to his program, and, finally, by making a show of  eating  a handful of cigarettes.
Dream Song 37