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.
I find the words comforting and think on them when I think of giving up on something.
We moms are actually mandated (internally) to be uncool.
I love your Mom....
Robert Frost reading his poem,"Stopping by woods on a snowy evening"
Some songs now fill the vacuum left by the departure of quality poetry, but few songs even make the effort.
I’m not sure why, but I think about this one a lot.
Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries
These, in the day when heaven was falling,
The hour when earth’s foundations fled,
Followed their mercenary calling,
And took their wages, and are dead.
Their shoulders held the sky suspended;
They stood, and earth’s foundations stay;
What God abandoned, these defended,
And saved the sum of things for pay.
A.E. Housman
Frost was a homophobe. He used the word “queer”....
First heard the last lines of this poem in Telefon with Donald Pleasance and Charles Bronson! Cool film! I thought the lines of the poem were dark and mysterious as well!
Mel
That was the first poem one of my elementary school classes studied. I never forgot that poem since.
I think poetery is repulsive!
Is this related to the new Apple iPad commercial with Robin Williams reading either Frost or Whitman?
It’s funny how vivid this poem is without including a bunch of details. Somehow he’s able to invoke the scene in your mind with relatively few and relatively simple words.
Discovered this in college, I did...
NOVEMBERNo sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon!
No dawn- no dusk - no proper time of day -
No sky- no earthly view -
No distance looking blue -No road - no street! -
No "t'other side the way" -
No end to any Row -
No indications where the Crescents go -No top to any steeple -
No recognitions of familiar people -
No courtesies for showing 'em -
No knowing 'em!No mail - no post -
No news from any foreign coast -
No park - no ring - no afternoon gentility -
No company- no nobility -No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!
I had to recite that poem in first grade in 1967. I played hell learning every line in that poem but I got it done. I still remember the words after all these years. Thanks for the reminder.
That’s beautiful. My dad could recite stanza after stanza of Kipling when I was a kid. And “The Highwaymn, the Highwayman came riding up to the old Inn door...”
He’d learned these poems and committed them to memory in his teens and could still recite them when he was in his fifties.
I love that poem, and the image it raises.
I grew up on “A Child’s Garden of Verses”, and a favorite all my life is “The Best Loved Poems of the American People”. It is a treasure!
Thanks for this thread.
The thoughts evoked
From what you said,
Will comfort me
As I head to bed.