Now Close The Windows

Another cute gem of poem from the Robert Frost.  It has lot of subtle meanings.  talks about inner self getting influenced by happenings of world.  Yet to see as a spectator.  In eastern scriptures(vedas) it is referred as 'Sakshi bhav' and 'Anthar muktha'.  Being a spectator and to be introverted. 

It has much more meanings...  Will share as time comes...

Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.

It will be long ere the marshes resume,
I will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

This is also by Robert Frost. I wonder how a poem written in 1922 have the same impact on human mind till this time...

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.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

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