For Poetry Monday, back again to Frost:
Desert Places, 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.
Written in 1933 and collected in A Further Range. I want to sit this one down on a porch next to “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” (1922) and listen to their conversation.
---L.
Subject quote from Cobra (Rock Remix), Megan Thee Stallion feat. Spiritbox.
Desert Places, 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.
Written in 1933 and collected in A Further Range. I want to sit this one down on a porch next to “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” (1922) and listen to their conversation.
---L.
Subject quote from Cobra (Rock Remix), Megan Thee Stallion feat. Spiritbox.
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Date: 17 June 2024 04:35 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 17 June 2024 04:56 pm (UTC)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.
This reminds me of William Empson's Letter I:
You were amused to find you too could fear
'The eternal silence of the infinite spaces'
(...)
I approve, myself, dark spaces between stars...
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Date: 18 June 2024 02:41 am (UTC)Oh man, this is a really good one. Trying to list parts I love especially but I keep listing the whole damn poem. But "The loneliness includes me unawares" is really great--and I love "With no expression, nothing to express"--and of course the whole last stanza is fantastic. Thank you for sharing!
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Date: 18 June 2024 02:50 pm (UTC)