QUOTE OF THE NOW

"The life in us is like the water in the river. It may rise this year higher than man has ever known it, and flood the parched uplands; even this may be the eventful year." (Thoreau)

Thursday, March 24, 2011

A Robert Frost poem (to scare you)

Still taking a semi-blog-break week I guess. But let me repost this poem that LitDiva introduced me to, it's so good.


Desert Places by Robert Frost

Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.

The woods around it have it - it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.

And lonely as it is, that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less -
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
WIth no expression, nothing to express.

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars - on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.

2 comments:

widdershins said...

That's rather a good one! Well chosen.

London Mabel said...

Yes, a keeper I thought.

Oh I figured out why I didn't see your blog updates in my RSS feeder. I had put it under Writers--which turned out to be very good karma for you, I must say! But not practical, cause I never read my "writers" RSS feeds, it's mostly agent and editor blogs that I don't have time for these days.

I moved you over to Peeps instead. :-)

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