| Dust of Snow | |
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| by Robert Frost (1923) | |
| The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued. | |
| Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening | |
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| by Robert Frost (1923) | |
| 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 remember Robert Frost's poems touching something in my heart when English was still quite new to me. Here, I am meeting many writers and getting a sense of how they may see the world. And... it's quite beautiful - their sensibility with words, syntax, and plots in describing life. I wanted to be a writer when I was in Korea - as a young girl, I would pull my hair out writing a poem about a dandelion. I wonder... if I could still dream of becoming a writer.
- G.
I love the title of this post! :) thanks for share'n!
ReplyDelete"...It was snowing
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Wallace Stevens - Thirteen Way of Looking at a Blackbird
-jb
Thank you for your comments. It now has stopped snowing and snow on the ground is beautifully and slowly melting under the cold sun.
ReplyDeleteI remember this poem from when I was a child in library session. :D
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