Tuesday, April 09, 2013

Poetry Month - Day 9

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.

1 comment:

Linda at teacherdance said...

Whenever I read another Frost poem, I wonder if I ever will write even a line that's close to his, Ruth. What a beautiful poem, again. We have snow here too, & the loneliness he writes of speaks to me today. Thank you!