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On the occasion of the 50th anniversary of the death of Robert Frost

January 29, 2013

Good Hours by Robert Frost

I had for my winter evening walk–
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.

And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.

I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.

Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o'clock of a winter eve.

A bi-coastal moment for me: Robert Frost was born in California, but was clearly a New Englander.

Photo credit: MSN Travel

Permanent Edibles: Artichokes, Asparagus and Rhubarb

Imperfect, but Perfect for January