mshiferaw23 posted an update 1 year ago
Robert Frost, “Desert Places”
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.
I picked this poem by Frost because I appreciate how he creates the imagery and metaphor with snow. Especially since snow is typically known to describe fluff and softness. I also like the fact that this work doesn’t involve a second subject. He is experiencing the things he does from inside himself and not caused by outside forces or subjects.