Silent Poetry Reading and Saying Goodnight to God

WHAT: A Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading
WHEN: Anytime February 2, 2006
WHERE: Your blog
WHY: To celebrate the Feast of Bridgid, aka Groundhog Day (It's also Candlemas)

originated from http://goldpoppy.blogspot.com/2006/01/youre-invited.html

I picked this - it was the first piece of poetry I had to memorize and recite in front of a class in Jr. High English Class. First time I remember experiencing cotton mouth I was so nervous. However, I love the poem.

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.
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.

For a poem whose recitation caused such anxiety, I still have an affection for it.


I write this as I sit in a hotel from Savannah - Diocesan Convention. A most lovely compline service - a feast for the ears and soul in a most lovely Christ Church Savannah.

May God grant you a safe night's end and a peaceful rest. Amen.

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