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.

Robert Frost (via observando)

cosmicroots asked:

I absolutely love the quotes you post. What would your most recommended Wallace Stevens book of poetry be? Thank you. <3

likeafieldmouse answered:

Thanks very much. 

Most people find the poems in his first collection Harmonium easiest to read.

But Ideas of Order contains one of my favorite poems in all of creation, and Parts of a World is gorgeous too. 

Then, of course, there’s The Man with the Blue Guitar, his masterpiece.

See, this is why I have a bigass Collected Poetry volume so that way I can read what I like when I like, but every Stevens day begins & ends for me with that one poem from Ideas of Order. 

So. Ideas of Order.

Your words are you. You are them and not much more. The Description: the fieldness of fields, the weediness of weeds … When is description mere? Never. A freshness in the seeing, an innocency in the vision, the angle of perception, the bringing together of details, not necessarily as metaphors, even, just as objects. Be one of those on whom nothing is lost. Don’t strain for arrangement. Look and put it down and let your sensibility be the sieve.
Theodore Roethke, from “I Teach Out of Love,” On Poetry & Craft (Copper Canyon Press, 2001)