Literary Humour

I loved this "Speed Bump" comic in the Globe yesterday!  Robert Frost has always been one of my favourite poets; he fits into the American Modernist category as does Marianne Moore (even though Frost is 13 years older) but his poetry is very different than Moore's both stylistically and thematically.  This comic refers, of course, to the famous "The Road Not Taken" but, thanks to both Dad and Em, "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening" remains dearest to my heart:

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.