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.
~Robert Frost
'Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening'
Thank you, and enjoy.
Wonderful, wonderful poem. And what a cool portrait! Jack Frost, perhaps? Beautiful hint of blue. And he looks so cold! (Though he might like it that way. I don't!)
ReplyDeleteWell, as you know it's a caricature of Robert Frost, but I get the sense that many of the interpretations of Jack Frost and others like Frosty the Snowman et al. use Robert's vis as a starting point for character design.
DeleteHe's quite the avuncular pater poetic, methinks.
Thanks for the compliment, Cindy.
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What a perfect poem AND portrait for "snow!"
ReplyDeleteSpot on Richard! Nice, thoughtful blend of words, imagery and color. Your portrait reminds me of The Grinch and his wintery delightfulness. (Something about the eyes and mouth). I like how his hair can be interpreted as the branches of trees, with the snow gently drifting off of them.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful piece and beautiful peace of the quiet of the winter, at least for one brief moment. Your piece makes good use of the muted color palette with spot on structure and drawing. Love the eyes.
ReplyDeleteI like the playful way that you tied the snow together with the portrait. He looks pleased as punch...like someone who finally gets to pause for a moment after a hectic quarter. It feels like he is about to exhale and enjoy the moment.
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