Frost’s Curse

what to do
to drown the turmoil,
the palpable tension
clouding,
crowding the mind?
what to do
to keep from spinning,
to keep from turning,
to feel
sleep’s soothing touch?

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.

your words hold
such delicate beauty ~
but i must say
tonight,
they are a curse.
sorry, Robert.

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… the quote is the last stanza of Robert Frost’s wonderful poem ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening‘.

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