[NPM] today's poem

[angevin2]

Not the cheeriest of poems ever, I admit. It was the last one in my queue.

Also, it turns out I do like Robert Frost once you get past "The Road Not Taken."

Desert Places
Robert FrostSnow falling and night falling fast oh fast

Comments

[wordweaverlynn]

I'm glad you've found some of the darker, more typical Frost. He is a genial old farmer the way Emily Dickinson is a chirpy bright-eyed poetess.

Oooh, and now I know what two poems I want to post next.

[fuunsaiki]

Apparently Robert Frost used to live near my workplace. I was wandering around one morning, in a fit of "I am NOT stepping ONE FOOT inside my workplace until I HAVE to!", and I found a blue plaque on a wall telling me so. Which was random! I already knew Enid Blyton lived here, but Robert Frost came as something of a surprise...

[quietprofanity]

Also, it turns out I do like Robert Frost once you get past "The Road Not Taken."

Oh my God, seriously. :O

[a_t_rain]

This is the poem that resulted in my being Warped for Life at the age of five. My mom had just quit her last adjunct job for greener and more lucrative pastures, and she had a bunch of dittos of a student's essay about "Desert Places" left over, so she gave them to me as coloring paper. Naturally, it did not occur to her that I was actually going to read the damn things, or that I would find the process of close-reading a poem inexplicably fascinating.

Of course, she had already taken me to the MLA twice, at the vulnerable ages of -5 months and seven months, so maybe I was already doomed. Those prenatal influences will get you every time.