Frost had it right, I suppose. Walls divide. But something there is that needs to build one. Maybe it’s the feel of swung steel slice- gouging and pitching stubborn sod and soil until a trench—two feet deep—is formed then fed hard helpings of quarter-inch crushed stone, on which float to be sunk sluggish base rocks shuvslud, barred, and pinched into position;   the f (...)