Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Robert Frost's Lovely Woods
With the rush of the holidays surrounding us, it's a small relief to take a moment to breathe. Robert Frost knew this; with his poem, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," Frost created the quintessential moment of peace. However, how should one take this moment? As meditation or something more ominous?
I've always read Frost's poem with a nostalgic sadness. The temptation of the "dark and deep" woods and the silence of "easy wind and downy flake" creates a world for me of untouchable memory. It's a quiet world, tomb-like, but not in a morbid sense. Perhaps it's the promise of eventual rest that lures both Frost and myself. And while I certainly have no aching desire to enter these woods just yet, I know that they are waiting for me at the end of my journey, "miles" down the road.
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I always thought that he was being watched and he could sense it when he was looking into the woods but now that i think about it is sad too
ReplyDeleteIt is sad and when you talk about peace it made me feel sad, but also if anytime in the world will peace come to the economy. The economy has took a small turn to a even worst part of the world such as food prices going up. Another problem to the economy going bad is the gas prices it made me think "Hey go down to Texas or Tennessee its cheaper down here. Texas doesn't tax anything." Almost like a bargain of coming down, but also having a better economy down in the south, especially since there sweet tea is fantastic.
ReplyDeleteI think that the person riding the hoarse is debating weather to comite suiside or not.
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