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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.


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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