I need a No-Doze
Trying to write this stupid in the UTSA Library @ 1:40am but I just can't concentrate. We're supposed to write a 5 page Theoretical analysis on any work of Poetry we want. I chose "Desert Places" by Robert Frost. It's one of my favorite poems but it's hard to get 5 pages of analysis out of it. Not to mention its all about death and personal reflection and its making me sleepy. Blaah... well I'd better get back to the paper. Here is the poem if anyone wants to read it.
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 blanket 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.
I love the last stanza. Oh well... night all!
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 blanket 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.
I love the last stanza. Oh well... night all!