Thank you. The darkness is such a difficult space for so many people. I am working on appreciating the way it shifts sensory perception and forces us to rely on more than sight to interpret the world.
The dark nights of winter are particularly generative, I believe.
I love Frost, largely because he's a tricky fellow and likes to hoodwink his readers sometimes. I always say this poem is "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening." But there's no "the," it's just "Stopping by Woods...." I swear he did that on purpose. (And I revally love the image of an Alpine Church)
Ah, there goes my brain inappropriately filling in the blanks. Thank you for the correct title. He is tricky, I agree. I like pairing this one with Jennifer Michael Hecht's Not Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening for my students and let the discussion go from there as to what either of them are up to in the woods.
Love your ode to the dark mother. Thank you for sharing. I am a child born of the dark nights of winter.
Thank you. The darkness is such a difficult space for so many people. I am working on appreciating the way it shifts sensory perception and forces us to rely on more than sight to interpret the world.
The dark nights of winter are particularly generative, I believe.
I love Frost, largely because he's a tricky fellow and likes to hoodwink his readers sometimes. I always say this poem is "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening." But there's no "the," it's just "Stopping by Woods...." I swear he did that on purpose. (And I revally love the image of an Alpine Church)
Ah, there goes my brain inappropriately filling in the blanks. Thank you for the correct title. He is tricky, I agree. I like pairing this one with Jennifer Michael Hecht's Not Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening for my students and let the discussion go from there as to what either of them are up to in the woods.