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. It is said that when Robert Frost sat down to write what has been called by some his most perfect poem Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening , he did so in one inspired push. Frost would likely have said he was merely following delight. But he had the good sense to stay in his chair as delight took form, and surprise followed surprise, until at last he had on the page in front of him something resembling wisdom. Frost says as much in his essay The Figure a Poem Makes , in which the venerable poet attempts to describe the process involved in writing a poem. It could also be described as the process of getting out of the way of the poem that wants to be written. As any good crafts person or artist or parent will tell you, the process involved in bringing anything into being--whether it be a poem, a painting, a piece of furniture, or a...
"Life so far doesn't have any other name but breath and light, wind and rain." Mary Oliver