Winter Imagery
"Whose woods these are I think I know..." I found myself reciting those words (again) on a light, bright winter night when sun bounced off snowflakes and darkness didn't come. Recently, my city found itself en-swirled in a snowstorm it was ill equipped to handle. Despite chains, the bus was beached (so to speak) north of my home, and I walked for about a mile and a half, cutting through woods and getting home just about the time my hands stiffened and grew clumsy.
We experience it less often these days -- that mixture of cold and vulnerability and frosted otherworldly beauty. Step back in time to the early part of last century, though, and it's part of people's daily lives -- and it's reflected there in the poetry.
This page is devoted to Robert Frost winter poems: a collection of word images that reflect sometimes contrasting attitudes toward the season. All the poems include my own audio, hosted on either YouTube or Audioboo. I have included the text of each poem in whole or in part (or linked to it on the web), and I have included lesson plans and analysis for some of the selections, too. Step with me into a long ago winter, or a lifetime of them...
We experience it less often these days -- that mixture of cold and vulnerability and frosted otherworldly beauty. Step back in time to the early part of last century, though, and it's part of people's daily lives -- and it's reflected there in the poetry.
This page is devoted to Robert Frost winter poems: a collection of word images that reflect sometimes contrasting attitudes toward the season. All the poems include my own audio, hosted on either YouTube or Audioboo. I have included the text of each poem in whole or in part (or linked to it on the web), and I have included lesson plans and analysis for some of the selections, too. Step with me into a long ago winter, or a lifetime of them...
