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

The Road Not Taken

A recent conversation with two of my friends triggered my mind to think about this poem. It suites well for the situation, subject of the discussion and my answer. Yes I too have chosen the path that is used by less people... it is bushy… but… but… I am sure of the destination and where it will lead to… Above all it is the path chosen by my BOSS. You know my BOSS is always right.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost, 1920