The woods the lovely dark and deep
But I have promises to keep…
I have never really been a fan of poems. For some reason I could never understand poems and how poets went about finding rhyming words. When I tried it, I could never get something to write. It was so pathetic. This made me feel that poems are more calculations and mechanical than spontaneous – which for me failed the entire concept of a poem. Wasn’t it supposed to just flow out. Well, looking at it from a more sane angle, I am just dumb witted and cant judge poems because I am too mechanical. I do however admire prose… simple and straight forward one… the ones that are found in short stories in school books. Loved reading them!
I still can’t deny that I am fascinated how poems are able to influence people and worse they remember lines from poems they have read through their lives. I don’t think I remember any. Except of course the two lines I have jotted right above. Probably the reason for this is that these two lines are somehow found in every blog page, book, article or essay. Or probably because these two lines takes me back to some places I have loved… the woods, the trees, the thrill of dark…
I think for a change I would not mind saluting Robert Frost. I don’t know what he meant when he wrote those lines. There were tremendous meaning added to them by critics later. For me it just reminded me of lovely places I have seen… plain and simple. Funny things poems are… I have never really been a fan of poems as you see!
If you are still trying to figure out what I meant to convey…don’t bother. I never try doing that either. Just enjoy the moment… like the poet did while writing it.