Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
 

Let's all take a deep breath and stop hating everything and everybody - I'm as guilty as anyone. We're all here at GFY - maybe its time for a bit of co-operation.

Then again, maybe not.

Everytime I read this poem - and I have read it a LOT - I hear Vincent Price's voice. Uncle Vinny, I miss you.

Robert Frost. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening. June, 1922. As Freddy Mercury might have said; "Sheer bloody poetry."

I love you all. No matter how little that means to you - it is the truth.

I drop my eyes, unwilling to explain...

Excellent choice! I'm going to add one of my favourite poems. This is what I end up reciting in my mind when I'm out hiking in quiet places.


"The Lonely Land" - A.J.M. Smith

Cedar and jagged fir
uplift sharp barbs
against the grey
and cloud-piled sky;
and in the bay
blown spume and windrift
and thin, bitter spray
snap
at the whirling sky;
and the pine trees
lean one way.

A wild duck calls
to her mate,
and the ragged
and passionate tones
stagger and fall,
and recover,
and stagger and fall,
on these stones -
are lost
in the lapping of water
on smooth, flat stones.

This is a beauty
of dissonance,
this resonance
of stony strand,
this smoky cry
curled over a black pine
like a broken
and wind-battered branch
when the wind
bends the tops of the pines
and curdles the sky
from the north.

This is the beauty
of strength
broken by strength
and still strong.

I suggest renaming the forum go hug yourself.

You - literally - made my eyes water with your reply. At the risk of being labelled a "wuss" (may be too late for me to argue against that...) I love poetry above anything.

Alden Nowlan, The Masks of Love...

So simple. So pure. So beautiful.

Its only raining here in baltimore ... still 41 degree F here ... tomorrow supposed to turn to snow

For a decade I've been telling people at GFY that I love them. In spite of my angry persona and my contrived bouts of vitriol, I truly love this place. Why would I even be here ten years on if I did not love GFY? I don't make any money here. I have no sig.

I love the vitality of GFY. The emotions, the opinions. GFY may not be what it WAS once upon a time, but it still has the ability to rile people up.

Unfortunately, too many of us are divided by politics and religion. But there will always be the English language, and - once upon a time - Americans dominated the language. They changed it to reflect the values of a new world.

Here are a few words from a true American:

(Cut and paste - I could not honestly remember the words...)

Master of all or mistress of all. Beautiful.