Turmoil at readers end

One morning I had a spill. Tea on a book. The spill led me to Out,Out. After reading the poem, I wondered why it didnt appear in an anthology of Frost poems that I had read.

Reading poems related to dreams I read The Tower. Ben Bulben in it makes the title Under Ben Bulben familiar. Seeing the recurrence of Ben Bulben, I set out to read the poem but I am nagged by how I could have better appreciated the poems with some knowledge of Irish history and who are the poets from 1800 and 1700s with whom my origin lets me connect without effort.

In many days I havent come across a poem where I had to refer the dictionary.
Fons