Monday, November 26, 2007
Naomi Shihab Nye to start the week
Robert Frost wrote “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,”
in the middle of a searing hot July.
Maybe he needed a chill, the silence
of frozen trees, to keep the air moving
inside his mind. So many readers have considered
his two roads of another poem,
but maybe sweating Mr. Frost invoking frost,
his secret quirky inversion, matters more.
We grew up proud of our country.
Forests of wonderful words to wander through—
Now my horse is lost in a sheen of lies.
The world is lovely, dark, and deep.
We honor others as they sleep.
As they wake and as they sleep.
--Naomi Shihab Nye, You and Yours, Boa Editions, 2005