"Good Hours" by Robert Frost
I had for my winter evening walk—
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.
And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.
I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.
Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o'clock of a winter eve.
The importance of this poem to me is what i took from it. It made me realize that I don't need a person to talk to. Nature speaks to everyone, metaphorically of course. I love how I now realize that buildings, trees, even the weather, all tell stories. This poem is worth sharing because it teaches us that even in our hectic lives as human beings we can still find the time for quiet and peace.
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