In my quest to understand poetry I found myself along a familiar path; the road taken, if you will…
My cold and dreary journey brought me to Robert Frost; I remembered him from like ENC 1102 in college.
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.
They told me that he means death when talking about sleep…He also uses woods or forests a lot…and snow. Nothing is colder in temperament to me than a freezing pine forest on an overcast day. I can easily equate a life of hard times and wanting, needing some peace, but having too much still needing accomplishments to a numbed foot trudge in a snowy vale.
Sometimes I get tired, but I too have miles to go before I sleep…
So far, I like all of his poems. Some of them are better than others, and some are still down right shrouded in mystery to me.