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Desert Places By Robert Frost

April is National Poetry Month.


I'll post poems throughout. Would love to discover some new ones, so please leave your favorites in the comments.

Thanks go to friend Megan Neal for reminding me about Desert Places -- she said this was one of her favorite poems.


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.


What's your favorite poem?

Comments

  1. Shel Silverstein's Ode to Homework is a favorite with my 7th graders. They have been known to erupt into a standing ovation if I read it on a Friday...

    Homework, oh homework I hate you, you stink.
    I wish I could wash you away in the sink.
    If only a bomb would explode you to bits,
    homework oh homework you're giving me fits.

    I'd rather take baths with a man-eating shark,
    or wrestle a lion alone in the dark.
    Eat spinach and liver, pet ten porcupines,
    than tackle the homework my teacher assigns.

    Homework oh homework YOU'RE LAST ON MY LIST.
    I simply don't see why you even exist.
    If you'd just disappear it would tickle me pink.
    Homework oh homework I hate you, you stink.

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  2. thanks Ms. M. Looking forward to the next one!

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