Sunday, December 09, 2007

Poetry Train Monday

On Sunday, the Kinsons bundled into snow gear and drove to a nearby farm to collect a Christmas tree. Yes, it was cold, but we sat nestled in a forest of snow-covered fir trees next to a big bonfire and sipped hot chocolate while big fat flakes of snow fell from a breezeless sky. It was like sitting in a postcard... except for the really cold cheeks. Both! ;)

Now, I realize this poem is full of symbolism about suicide, but I fell in love with this piece as a child too young to dig deep into the symbolic roots, so I read it exactly for what it appeared to be -- someone stopping to enjoy a snowy evening! And just for today, I'm going to interpret it in its literal sense:

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

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.


artpredator said...

any way you look at it, it's classic

hope you will check out my train car!

you might also be interested in my choc frosting recipe for the upcoming birthday party! (my little one turned 4 a few weeks ago...last week's train poem talked about potty training which must seem like ages ago to you!)

Christine d'Abo said...

I've always loved Robert Frost. I think I acutally studied that poem in grade nine a few years ago. :)

Wylie Kinson said...

artpedator - no, the potty training was barely 7 months ago... some days it's STILL going on!! I shall have to search out your poem from last week :)

Christine -- were you intentionally being funny?
Yes, I too studied Robert Frost 'a few years ago' *wink wink* in highschool and I remember being shocked to my socks when the teacher brought up the death symbolism. It's so obvious now...

Tempest Knight said...

Oh, I've always loved that poem by Frost. *wg*

Amy Ruttan said...

I had NO idea it was about suicide. Thanks for shattering my illusions. LOL!!!

Ahhh nothing like two sets of cheeks frozen. I'm glad you all had a great time. ;)

I'm listening to Christmas Carols. :D

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

I don't get the suicide thing either, other than the sleep idea, but even then, there are miles to go beforehand, so it sounds like it's a long way off.

Then again, this is me. You can hit me over the head with symbolism and I still won't see it...

Anonymous said...

I love this poem. I set it to music (piano arrangement) some years ago -- I like setting my favorite poems to music. :) This one lent itself particularly well.

Wylie Kinson said...

TL - Oh, I'd LOVE to hear it... Someday!

SHG & Tempest - thanks for stopping by. I'm heading over to your place now.

R.G. ALEXANDER said...

Two of my favorite poets of all time up today!! Charlene Teglia has Elizabeth Barrett Browning and you have Frost.
My mantra-actually always have it somewhere on my desk "Two roads diverged in a wood and I-I took the one less traveled by-and that has made all the difference."

julia said...

It's funny - I've never thought of it as a suicide poem, either. That's the beauty of interpretation. I agree with Susan.
'But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep'
This sounds like someone with a mission, something pressing, not a wrapping up of affairs. I think you should continue to love its beautiful snowy coziness.

Sparky Duck said...

wow are you guys the Waltons or what?

gautami tripathy said...

This is one of my all time favourite poems. It has so much depth in it and speaks to us at many levels. Thanks for sharing this.

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Wylie Kinson said...

RG - that's a great quote. I might have to write that one down!

Julia - according to my high school English teacher, it's about the contemplation of suicide/death. I prefer the face-value version myself :)

Sparky - when we're not trying to kill each other, yes.

Thanks for stopping by Guatami.

Jill said...

What darkness can do to us and with winter, so have dark thoughts! But I understand how as a child you find it more last a sleid ride!