Deserted Heart
Desert Places
by: Robert Frost
Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
The woods around it have it--it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.
And lonely as it is that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less--
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express.
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars--on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
One of my favourite poems by Robert Frost. Desert, what comes to my mind is a wide expand of area with sudden change of temperature where it is hot and dry in the day and extreme cold at night, mirage [full of lies obviously, and so is our life], isolation and sadness. Closely related to the kind of desert in my heart.
“With no expression, nothing to express.” Life as a wife to a man without love and affection is all about desperation and depression accumulated and concealed in the subconscious mind. Sometimes when you experience too much pain, suddenly one day you realized that you simply don’t feel anything at all. The numbness has slowly made its way into your life. As if it has already become a part of you. Which is why sometimes whenever people ask me how am I doing, I don’t really know what to say. I don’t know if I am doing better or if I am just used to the pain.
Maybe it is the time for me to accept that no matter what I do, no matter how I’ve tried; the loneliness is here to stay permanently. It is part of me, like Frost says in the last stanza of his poem, “I have it in me so much nearer home”
There’s nothing much can be done but to be strong and to stay alive for the sake of my ‘lil ones. It is never easy when...
I belong to loneliness and loneliness belongs to me.
by: Robert Frost
Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
The woods around it have it--it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.
And lonely as it is that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less--
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express.
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars--on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
One of my favourite poems by Robert Frost. Desert, what comes to my mind is a wide expand of area with sudden change of temperature where it is hot and dry in the day and extreme cold at night, mirage [full of lies obviously, and so is our life], isolation and sadness. Closely related to the kind of desert in my heart.
“With no expression, nothing to express.” Life as a wife to a man without love and affection is all about desperation and depression accumulated and concealed in the subconscious mind. Sometimes when you experience too much pain, suddenly one day you realized that you simply don’t feel anything at all. The numbness has slowly made its way into your life. As if it has already become a part of you. Which is why sometimes whenever people ask me how am I doing, I don’t really know what to say. I don’t know if I am doing better or if I am just used to the pain.
Maybe it is the time for me to accept that no matter what I do, no matter how I’ve tried; the loneliness is here to stay permanently. It is part of me, like Frost says in the last stanza of his poem, “I have it in me so much nearer home”
There’s nothing much can be done but to be strong and to stay alive for the sake of my ‘lil ones. It is never easy when...
I belong to loneliness and loneliness belongs to me.
