Favorite Poem + Quote: Robert Frost


“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”
– Robert Frost

This quote captures the drive behind poetry as a medium in a clear and elegant way. Brevity is, as they say, the soul of wit.


“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.”

– Robert Frost

Like all great poetry, the true weight behind this work only shows itself after reading it in full. Through that crucial final repetition, the ending invites further thought and consideration. Alongside its clear metre and rhyming scheme, this poem tends to leave an impression.


Picture Poem

900x450_4236René Magritte; Le poison.

All those souls in ivory towers
Down their nose they look – at whom?
Let them judge and fear and cower
Gazing from within their tombs.

When night descends, welcomes us back
and hides us from the planet’s eyes
When our movements none can track
and we are left with empty skies

There’s naught I’d rather do that night
Than sit and stay a million hours
Feel the glow and feel the power
Among the stars and in your light.

Bio Poem

As filled in according to the handout guidelines given in lesson one.

I, Fred,

Cool, calm, collected, contemplative,

Product of society,

Lover of Earth, space, and the human condition,

Who feels peace within trepidation,

Who needs a time and a place to himself,

Who fears the end of anything and/or everything,

Who would like to see the world while it lasts, and its people while they persist,

Am a resident of the pale blue dot,

Welcome you to my poem.