June 10 Robert Frost: Desert Places

Feeling kind of down, watching my money swirl around the sink and nothing new coming in – it’s the Sahara for me. The Sahara’s being renamed the Dole and there isn’t much joy about it – no matter how many people say that it’s wonderful and easy (they’re all liars and dreamers – they don’t know the dry reality of it). It’s horrible, it’s useless – I feel like a waste of life. When you look at those beggars on the street, do they look like they’re dancing a jig?

Most of us want out of the Sahara, most of us will do just about anything to feel useful (and some will become criminals to prove it) and wanted again. Most of us feel alone, sizzling in vast fields of sand and no oasis in sight.

Brother, can you spare a job?

Desert Places

by Robert Frost

Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.

The woods around it have it – it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs,
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.

And lonely as it is, that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less-
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express.

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars – on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.


About penneloppe

I like to write horror, dark fantasy and crime fiction. Sometimes, I'll write science fiction, but usually I like to write science fact. I also write screenplays and stage plays. My day job is office work. I live in Seattle and I have a cat.
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