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Posted by obsidian on May 11, 2009, at 10:35:47
Desert Places
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.Robert Frost
Posted by rollingthunder on June 5, 2009, at 0:41:09
In reply to Desert Places, posted by obsidian on May 11, 2009, at 10:35:47
Obsidian,
Thanks for posting R. Frost's poem. Somebody else posted Frost's poem "Chicago" in reply to someone's query about "what would you tell a suicidal person", on the meds board. I like Frost, he's accessible but deep. Ever read the short one "Fire and Ice"?
I literally live in the desert, so you could say I live in a desert place :)
Again, thanks
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