Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Speaking of Robert Frost...

Yesterday, my niece mentioned on her Facebook wall that she was running across several quotes from Robert Frost poems in books she was reading lately.  I don't know what she's reading, but because Robert Frost is my favorite poet, I was delighted she was discovering him and finding meaning in his writing.

I was prompted by her comments to go online and look up my favorite Frost poems and read through them again.  Whether or not you are a fan of poetry, chances are you are familiar with his poems.  Who didn't read The Road Less Traveled in school?  I was glad to also find out that the stone farmhouse in Shaftsbury, Vermont, where Frost resided from 1920 to 1929, had suffered no damage from Hurricane Irene. 

This is how the house looked in the 1920's.  That's Frost's grandson in the yard.  The historic house actually dates back to 1769.

Here's how the house looks today.  It is a national landmark and a museum.  I couldn't find any good interior photos, but as you can see it's as simple, humble and truly American as the man and his work.

Frost wrote some of his most important poems while residing at this farm, including Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening for which he received the first of four Pulitzer Prizes.

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 (1922)

Thanks, Mr. Frost.

Yours truly,
Clutter Diva

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