Poem: "Desert Places" by Robert Frost, from The Poetry of Robert Frost. © Henry Holt and co.
Desert Places
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.
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.
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I don't know how you and Robert Frost exactly caught my mood this morning.....
ReplyDeletenice..I haven't seen this one by Frost.
ReplyDeleteThis is a new one to me from Frost too. Somehow it just seem to fit today.
ReplyDeleteI think the blog helps us all with that "desert" feeling. i was in AZ for a month and didn't feel at all lonely..lol..
ReplyDeleteI hope things are going as well as they can for you and W. hugsss
Haunting. I also hope things are being smooth in the transition.
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