Homework 11: Collage/Found Poem

Thoughts During Winter in New England; Filled Woods and Empty Hearth

Some say the world will end in fire

I have been one acquainted with the night

The hard snow held me, save where now and then

Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars

Of easy wind and downy flake

Some say in ice.

The dust of snow

If that was your idea, against the breeze

I went to show you how to make it stay

Who was so foolish as to think what he thought

I think I know enough of hate

But ‘twas no make-believe with you to-day, 

Something interposed between our sight

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

Without so much as wishing him good-night.

To say that for destruction ice

One man can’t fill a house

Consigned to the moon,—such as she was

The woods are lovely, dark and deep

I outwalked the furthest city light.

Is also great

And miles to go before I sleep

Nothing gold can stay

Icicles along the wall to keep

At last to learn to use their wings

And would suffice.

Robert Frost Poems Used and Edited:

The Wood Pile (1912)
An Old Man's Winter Night (1916)
The Exposed Nest (1920)
Fire and Ice (1920)
Dust of Snow (1920)
Nothing Gold Can Stay (1923)
Stopping by Woods on a Snow Evening (1923)
Acquainted with the Night (1928)