I'm not normally a poetry fan, but there is something incomparable about Robert Frost. On this, the shortest day of the year, I thought one of his most famous poems was apropos.
Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Love Frost poetry...pretty much the only one I'll read. Thank you for sharing and Merry Christmas to you and your family.
ReplyDeleteTo each his own. This poem always seemed creepy.
ReplyDeleteThere's been all sorts of talk about the solstace on the news lately, and that creeps me out too. I've been an avid reader all my life, and the only times I've heard it referenced besides lately was in books about good versus evil, where evil chose these times as points of worship and evil doing and good was beset by terrible events but triumphed anyway. The good King always wins. Invading hordes are vanquished, the sun comes out, the prince and princess marry, and the future is bright because everything evil has burned to a crisp. (Or was eaten by buzzards!)
We need the good King back!
Thanks for sharing, always loved this poem, Merry Christmas to you and your family. I enjoy your post so much.
ReplyDeleteMy late husband’s favorite—he had it memorized.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is one of my favorites. I have it memorized. Well, maybe I should check that out to see if I am rusty. lol.
ReplyDeleteI'm not a poetry fan either.
ReplyDeleteBut I am finding of Robert Frost too.
There's something about his poetry that draws you.
Wishing you a wonderful Christmas.