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.
It’s amazing how you can read something multiple times, then
come back to it and discover something new.
I’ve often read Robert Frost’s “Desert Places” and admired it for the
way it moves from an ordinary winter scene to the vastness of outer space to
the familiarity of inner space. Recently
I studied it more closely and found more to appreciate.
First, let’s note that this “nature” poem is not of the
uplifting or sentimental variety.
Instead we get a stark image of human isolation and loneliness in the
midst of a desolate scene in which nature is blank and expressionless. It is striking that this northern winter
image is compared to a southern “desert,” but this is but one in a series of
striking contrasts.
We have white “snow” and dark “night,” both “falling fast”;
“smooth” snow cover with “weeds and stubble” poking through; natural desolation
and human “loneliness”; “blanker whiteness” and “benighted snow”; earthly
isolation and the emptiness “between stars”; external and internal
absence. The contrasts create a psychic
drama as the speaker realizes, not only his own insignificance in the vastness
of nature, but also that of the human species on its lonely planet.
This existential image of human isolation is conveyed in
Frost’s characteristically familiar style.
The predominately iambic meter, interlocking rhyme scheme, plain
diction, sentence fragments, and use of dashes, all make the poem sound
conversational, while the occasional irregularity of rhythm, reversal of word
order and the use of words like “absent-spirited” and “benighted” offer a
slight elevation of style. The whole is
rendered as an ordinary experience that is accompanied by an extra-ordinary
shock of recognition.
The winter scene is personified as lonely in stanza two but
realistically depicted in stanza three as inanimate, having “nothing to express.” The emptiness “between planets” is associated
with the emptiness of a “desert,” as both of those images, like the winter
scene itself, serve as metaphors for psychic absence. Ironically, this message of disconnection is
belied by the speaker’s ability to identify with the external world and the
reader’s ability to identify with the speaker.
A poem about disconnection relies on connecting with
disconnection. The comparative devices
of personification and metaphor are used to create a sense of isolation and
contrast. Earthly winter, the human
individual, unearthly space, and the earthly desert are all connected by their
shared disconnection. At the heart of
human experience is this unavoidable contradiction between alienation (absence) and interconnected relationship (presence). We are connected in our isolation.
From a socio/political perspective the poem serves to
elevate individualism over collectivism, yet it could be read as disrupting
this false binary, suggesting that our ability to identify with and relate to
what is external to us transcends our isolation and makes social relationships
possible, indeed, perhaps redemptive. As
Bertrand Russell wrote, “In human
relations one should penetrate to the core of loneliness in each person and
speak to that” (Autobiography Vol 1,
pp.
219-221).
Viewed from a mythic perspective, the poem may suggest the
Fall, death, loss, even apocalypse, but again, as spring is foreshadowed in the
winter solstice, so redemption, rebirth, recovery, and resurrection are
foreshadowed in the mythic cycle of eternal return.
All of this may seem to take us far afield from the original
poem, but, as we connect with that poem about loneliness, we transcend our
individualism; as we identify with human emptiness, we transcend our isolation.
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