Follow Friday - Poem time

Follow Friday is a feature created by Parajunkee and Alison Can Read.  It's a fun blog hop where you meet other book bloggers and find people to follow.

 Question: Activity: Spine Poetry. Create a line of poetry with your book spines (take a picture). Not feeling creative? Tell us about your favorite poem.

Guys I've had a DAY. When I woke up my water heater was leaking into the coat closet in my apartment and on the way to work car stopped working for 20 minutes at the gas station. This happened ALL BEFORE 8 a.m. So my creativity is drained. Done. Gone.

But I do have a favorite poem.

Whose woods are these 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. 

I used to think Robert Frost just wrote tralalala pretty nature poetry. But then in college I wrote a paper on this poem. Then I realized Robert Frost knew what he was doing.  He used so many elements of poetry and language in this poem.  And I love the last 4 lines. As an outdoors person and a dreamer they mean a lot to me personally.

Another poem I love is Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night. For me, this poem captures death and grief perfectly.  The ending is my favorite.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Read full poem here