Poetry

We are about to embark on a poetic journey that involves exploration, evaluation, and creation. Before we begin, I would like to see what kind of poetry you personally like. Please find a poem that speaks to you and post it to your blog. Please also include a brief commentary on why you like your poem.

Also read one of my favorite poems by Robert Frost found below and make a comment on my blog about your response or reaction to the poem.

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
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.

I love this poem because of the solitary image of a man and horse stopping to watch the snowfall. Robert Frost is so effective in creating a mood, or atmosphere, of the setting by the simple words and obvious rhyme. I can't help but long to be there, as a bird or a snowflake, and witness this man's poetic moment of simply enjoying nature. I am curious about Frost's decision to repeat the last line twice. Why would he do this? Maybe to emphasis how long his trip is going to actually take. I wonder where is headed. Why is it the darkest evening of the year? What does that reference contribute to the poem's meaning?