Frost

Original post date: Thursday, February 07, 2008


Frost

I read this poem today and it stuck with me since this afternoon so it must be pretty good. It is by Robert Frost. Poetry is a beautiful thing, it can be taken at face value - like one of my favorite poets William Carlos Williams poems, many of his were just notes to his wife that she uncrumpled from the trash and told him to keep. Or you can dive deep and get lost in your interpretation of it and take it to shed light on your own thoughts. I will let you absorb this one...it absorbed me.


Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


I know on the listening too it says Essential Beethoven - specifically I am listening to
Egmont Overture in F Minor, Op. 84
This piece makes my soul fly - the emotion it evokes undeniable. It takes me and lifts me up high as if floating amongst the clouds which then turn to this thunderous storm and in the thrashing of the winds I am thrown crashing to this depth of indescribable agony only to be lifted up again in the arms of some perfection.

Truly listen to it, I love it.