Tuesday, March 18, 2008

A Frosty Sort of Entry, on a Wintry, Blue-ish Day

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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, "Desert Places"

The picture is from a walk I took the other day...I followed the railroad tracks and climbed onto an old railcar and watched the sunset. One thing you can give Rexburg credit for--it sure does make walking at sunset pleasant.

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