Dark and Deep

May 26, 2013  •  Leave a Comment

I do not consider myself unobservant, yet there are places within the region in which I have lived for over 25 years, that seem to have remained hidden from my view despite my having walked or driven by on many occasions. Perhaps it is our state of mind at a given time, that imputes new significance to what has up to that time, been merely ordinary. What ever the reason, I was recently distracted from a planned shoot by this path, stretching mysteriously away into an overgrown background and the words of Robert Frost's poem came to my mind. It would appear that Frost was similarly distracted one winter's evening, by the deep, dark beauty of a forest. Despite the absence of falling snow and my "horse" being a trusty Toyota, there must have been sufficient similarity in my imagination.

 

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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.

 


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