silent spaces

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
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.


As a child, I loved being outside. I grew up in a small country town. My neighbors had cows, horses, chickens. There were mountains and fields, lakes and brooks. I spent hours wandering on my own or with friends.

As I grew, my love for the outdoors did, too. I’ve never had a membership to a gym. Rather, I’ve bought running shoes and been fortunate enough to own a road bike. (Thanks, Mom and Dad!) I’ve continued to search for offbeat paths, and, to this day, I’ve been known to exercise early in the morning and late at night.

My friends in Hong Kong and Taiwan thought I was nuts. (Some of my friends in the States do, too.)

I don’t care.

The sunsets, the stars, the mountains, the sea—these remind me what life is supposed to be like: a place without guns and hostages and busyness and noise.

Oh, how I wish, like Frost, that I could stay in my silent spaces.

What about you? When the world is all noise, where do *you* go?

I’ve decided to post my one of my favorite (and hopefully timely) poems with comments once in a month. Just to vary things up. :)

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11 thoughts

  1. Love that poem! I look forward to your poems and would love to hear your prospective on what you think they mean. Perhaps I over analyze poetry and it’s meant to be felt. I go into the world of movies to get into someone else’s world.

    • It’s funny you mention that–I almost chose to write about that poem instead! Thanks for reading. I’ll take a look at your link, too. Hope you’re having a wonderful new year. :)

      • Thanks Jessica, for your quick response, and I am pleased to read that you too had thought about this poem. It’s really a wonderful poem, so pls do write about it. i shall be interested in reading your thoughts and perspective. Have a great new year.

      • I always try to reply quickly, though sometimes I’m not able to right away… Yes, you have inspired me. I will definitely write about “The Road Not Taken” soon. You’re right, it’s truly a wonderful poem, perhaps because so many of us can read it and relate. Thanks again!

  2. That is my favorite Frost poem! I memorized it back in high school for an assignment. :-)
    I love the outdoors, too, especially the mountains with their cool, crisp air. Great post!

    • Thank you! I too love mountain air. That’s part of the reason I loved growing up in Northern California. (No humidity, either!) It seems many people love this poem. Glad you liked my thoughts. :)

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