January 8, 2010

Poetry Friday--"Good Hours"

Once again I turn to Robert Frost who is New Hampshire's poet. Here's one of his seasonal poems called "Good Hours," which is perfect for today. New Hampshire is covered with a thin layer of crusty snow, it is cold, damp, and if I were to walk out tonight at 10:00, I, too, would probably see "no window but was black."
Good Hours

I had for my winter evening walk--
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.

And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.

I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.

Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o'clock of a winter eve.
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  1. "No window but that was black" for me on my early morning walk (trudge) through the creaking snow today. (Well, one window glowed blue with Arthur cartoons, but that was it.) A piece of moon kept me company, but not enough for a "luster of middday". Thanks for a little Frost to walk with for the rest of the day!

  2. Love the image of cottages with shining eyes. Perfect poem for a winter's day :).