Tag Archive | Robert Frost

Glancing Out Window on an Eclipse Night

(National Poetry Month, Day 14)

Upon wanting to go outside to catch a glimpse of the lunar eclipse, but realizing that I have many, many papers to grade, and it’s already 11:10pm, I am reminded of a poem that my sister and I memorized as children, because our father recited it so often.

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.

 

 lunar eclipse

In Honor of Pat

(National Poetry Month, Day 2)

On this second day of National Poetry Month, I’d like to pay tribute to the worthy predecessor of Gilligan: my late, great spaniel-lab-mutt, Pat (Padraig Harrington—really!).

Here’s Robert Frost’s “Span of Life,” in honor of Paddy:

Span of Life

The old dog barks backward without getting up.
I can remember when he was a pup.

Pat in one of his favorite places.  On hot summer days, he loved to lie on the cool ground under some foliage.

Pat in one of his favorite places. On hot summer days, he loved to lie on the cool ground under some foliage.