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[mamculuna]

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.

Comments

[ann1962]

I need to read more Frost. Thanks for posting this.

[mamculuna.livejournal.com]

I tend to forget how good he is, because some of his poems are so well-known. But like Shakespeare (well, not quite like *that*), he's well-known for a reason.

[ann1962]

Me too, because he's always there. Settled in, but always surprising.

[mamculuna.livejournal.com]

And love that perfect icon.

[ann1962]

Thanks! I have no memory where I got it, or if I made it. I generally reference those of others. Hmm.