Seamus probably wouldn’t have known who Frost was if his name wasn’t on the list. He hadn’t been that well read before coming to Sing Sing.
“A list of appropriate books. My uncle wrote it out for me,” he explained about the list he mentioned. “It can be a bit sad but I like him. My favorite so far is Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” It was the one poem that he kept reading again and again.
He tilted his head as he asked, “A dystopian society?”