Sunday, March 30, 2014

Sunday Morning Poetry

After English Class

I used to like "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening."
I liked the coming darkness,
The jingle of harness bells, breaking--and adding to
--the stillness,
The gentle drift of snow. . . .
But today, the teacher told us what everything stood for.
The woods, the horse, the miles to go, the sleep--
They all have "hidden meanings."
It's grown so complicated now that,
Next time I drive by,
I don't think I'll bother to stop.
~ Jean Little

11 comments:

Jeanne said...

Beautiful indeed.
Much love

Jeanne

Hindsfeet said...

I've liked the last couplea 'sunday poems' you've posted, Relyn.......this one too......yeah, I always hated the autopsy approach taken with others' poetry, with others' hearts.......

....to just let it be, to let it be the mirror the artist intended, and not to shatter it into a thousand pieces, which ruins the still reflection.

S. Etole said...

This made me smile.

Lisa Gordon said...

I like this one a lot, Relyn.

Tracy said...

Funny... Oh, yes, life is complicated, and everything seems to have double or triple meanings--so much to decipher. ;o) Happy Days, Relyn ((HUGS))

Kyra said...

Haha the face off with the world for the child. I still remember falling n love with poetry after reading this one, it had struck a chord within my soul, which is still ringing.

christinelaennec said...

Oh yes indeed! I think a lot of damage has been done by how poetry has been "taught" over the years...

Kamana said...

this has me smiling.

i am attempting to write a poem a day this month, so do stop by sometime and let me know what you think!

Marilyn said...

This makes me smile. We just love the mystery of things sometimes and when the mystery is revealed it doesn't enchant us any more. Fun poem!

Jennifer Richardson said...

big sigh of yes.
-Jennifer

alexa said...

Oh indeed - the number of poems that have lost their visceral sense for me because of analysis ... Great choice for today :).

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