A Dark Poem by Robert Frost | Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Today’s poem is very suitable for these cold & dreary January days. It reads quite easily, but the interpretation is less straightforward and can be quite bleak.

CW: suicide

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

by 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.   

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7 Places to Find Poetry You’ll Love

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Finding new poems to read in this massive soup we call ‘the internet’ can be a very daunting, frustrating task. Where does one even start? Simply googling ‘poetry’ doesn’t always give the best results, and always reading the same authors may be a bit unfulfilling.

Here are seven places to find some new poetry; poetry to inspire you, comfort you or broaden your mind.

1. From your favourite films, books or series

If a poem is part of something you already love, chances are that you will enjoy it too. Look up (the full version of) a poem from your favourite film, and maybe try another one by its author. I, for example, learned Shakespeare’s 116th Sonnet by heart when I was sixteen because I was so moved by the scene in Ang Lee’s Sense & Sensibility where Marianne recites it in the pouring rain. (Pretentious drama queen much?) Continue reading “7 Places to Find Poetry You’ll Love”

The Kind of Poetry I Like

Earlier this weekend one of my friends showed me some of the poetry she enjoys. As we were talking about it she said something along the lines of “I like this poet but I don’t think he writes the kind of poetry you like”. This made me stop and think. Although I had never realized it before, I am indeed a person with a certain taste in poetry. This makes me very happy: I am the kind of person who has read enough poetry to know which styles she enjoys, how cool is that?! Continue reading “The Kind of Poetry I Like”

Poem | The Rose Family by Robert Frost

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Cliché-d picture I took when visiting a church this summer

Today, a poem that demonstrates dry humour, intertextual awareness and general poking fun at other poets: “The Rose Family” by Robert Frost.

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose –
But were always a rose.

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