Wastinglight
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I've noticed a number of people on this forum write poetry. I don't know if a thread like this already exists, but I wondered if people would like to share their favourite poems (theirs or someone elses) that give them comfort, or that they can relate to.
To be honest, I really only know one poem (by heart, anyway). I memorised it because I love it so much, although it also makes me a bit sad. It kind of sums up my life.
It's "Stopping by wood on a snowy evening" by Robert Frost. It's pretty short, so I hope no-one minds that I post the whole thing here. It's the last stanza in particular that I relate to. I would love to spend more time just being present. In particular, being alone in nature. There are a number of reasons why I don't. Because of safety issues. Because I don't always have time or the opportunity. Because it's often hard to relax and 'let go' when my GAD is bad (and my partner's PTSD is bad!). I so often feel like I have to rush off and do something instead of just 'being'.
Anyway. If anyone else wanted to share, please do.
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.
To be honest, I really only know one poem (by heart, anyway). I memorised it because I love it so much, although it also makes me a bit sad. It kind of sums up my life.
It's "Stopping by wood on a snowy evening" by Robert Frost. It's pretty short, so I hope no-one minds that I post the whole thing here. It's the last stanza in particular that I relate to. I would love to spend more time just being present. In particular, being alone in nature. There are a number of reasons why I don't. Because of safety issues. Because I don't always have time or the opportunity. Because it's often hard to relax and 'let go' when my GAD is bad (and my partner's PTSD is bad!). I so often feel like I have to rush off and do something instead of just 'being'.
Anyway. If anyone else wanted to share, please do.
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.