“I have moved a good part of the way to a stone cottage on a hill at South Shaftsbury in southern Vermont on the New York side near the historic town of Bennington where if I have any money left after repairing the roof in the spring I mean to plant a new Garden of Eden with a thousand apple trees of some unforbidden variety,” wrote Frost in a letter to a friend on Oct.

“I mean to plant a new Garden of Eden with a thousand apple trees of some unforbidden variety,” Frost wrote about moving in the 1920s to Shaftsbury, a town of about 4,000 residents.

Linked essays examine the idea that forbidden pleasures have a tendency to obscure the meaningfulness to our lives of the unforbidden ones.

One can stay in the garden and eat the unforbidden fruit; one will not be banished to queer ghetto.

“The tyranny of the forbidden is not that it forbids, but that it tells us what we want — to do the forbidden thing. The unforbidden gives no orders,” he writes.