Showing posts with label Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Poets and Poems: Robert Frost, Wendell Berry, and the Woods


One poet’s poem can serve as a commentary on another poet’s poem, allowing us insights into the minds of both.

After last week’s discussion at Tweetspeak Poetry on Robert Frost and “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” I started reading Wendell Berry’s recent collection, This Day: Collected and New Sabbath Poems. One of the included poems, first published in 1979 and collected in The Timbered Choir in 1999, is untitled but generally known by its first line, “The bell calls in the town.”

I read a first line like that, and I’m immediately reminded of Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” (“His house in the village though”). As it turns out, both poems used the woods as an important element, perhaps the important element. Both use the idea of a journey or pilgrimage. And both offer a contrast between natural and man-made or man-created, faint as it might be in the Frost poem.

To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.


Photograph by Jana Illnerova via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission. 

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Poets and Poems: Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”


When I was in junior high and high school, there was one poem that had managed to find its way into all of the textbooks for American literature: “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost. I don’t think I ever heard from a teacher (or read in a textbook) anything about the context of the poem, but context didn’t matter. American poetry meant Robert Frost, and Robert Frost meant “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.”

If that poem alone wasn’t enough, a second Frost poem sealed the contract: “The Road Not Taken.” For tens of millions of Baby Boomers, Robert Frost, and these two poems in particular, were our first definition of poetry. (One American literature teacher I had in high school had us read Frost first, and then start at the chronological beginning.)

I don’t know if “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” is still included in textbooks today; probably not, since it implies the existence of God and schools can be rather ruthless about such subjects. But it was an enormously influential poem, and even Frost considered it that way, having told fellow poet Louis Untermeyer (who was poet laureate consultant to the Library of Congress in 1961) that the poem was “my best bid for remembrance.”


To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.