This may seem like an odd blog entry, but I currently find it fitting. This blog will be incomplete with out your participation. What I want is for each person who reads this to post a poem that means something to them, that touches them, and if they are willing, to also post WHY it affects them. To be fair, I'll start:
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
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.
This is my favorite poem. It speaks to me of beauty and death. It reminds me even in my dark and suicidal moments that I cant just slip quietly off into the grave, that I still have more to do.
