Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Another Poem

I hate to say it, but I miss our snow. Weather here in southern Wisconsin has been strangely warm for the beginning of January. We had rain all day yesterday, which was better than the tornadoes that struck further east. It's gloomy, with blackened rotting snowbanks. The photo is another one I took in Palmer Park recently, then manipulated with Photoshop Elements.

Desert Places
by 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.


mARTa said...

One of my most treasure gifts was a book of Frost's poems my husband gave me when we were dating. He knew nothing of poetry or Robert Frost other than his new girlfriend liked poems. This one is beautifully illustrated with your photo. I haven't played with manipulating photos in Photoshop for years but remember what fun it can be and what interesting things can happen before your eyes! I haven't seen snow in a couple of years...makes me miss it too.

Jane Swanson said...

I think we're getting all the snow that you could possibly want today!