Although it’s been chilly for a while now, today is officially the first day of winter! When it comes to winter poetry, Robert Frost is probably at the top of everyone’s list (and he has the perfect name for it too–I mean, what could be more appropriate than “Frost”?). Everyone’s familiar with “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” but here’s a lesser-known winter poem of his that you might also enjoy:
by Robert Frost
I had for my winter evening walk–
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.
And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.
I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.
Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o’clock of a winter eve.
Some of you might also remember that today (December 21, 2012) supposedly marks the end of the world. Let’s keep our fingers crossed that the rest of the day will be disaster-free, but if not, what better way to spend your last moments on earth than by reading another of Frost’s poems?
Fire and Ice
by Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
You can read all of Robert Frost’s poetry here!
Happy winter! Let’s hope there’s no need to wish everyone a happy apocalypse!