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I have to admit, I'm not a big poetry reader. In high school I hated all the analysis and interpretation required to study a poem, rather than just enjoying and appreciating them. I'm only familiar with a few Frost poems, but here is one of my favorites:
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.
Whatever the analysis of this poem is supposed to be, to me it means taking time to absorb the details of a moment, to enjoy the nature and the world around us. Excellent advice for a writer!
Are you a big poetry reader? Do you have a favorite? Do you write poems? (If you beg really hard I might share an awful poem I wrote in college.)
Hugs,
TLC
