For the Robert Frost fans out there this site has some audio files of Robert Frost reading some of his more famous poems.
Another great work by Robert Frost along with some insights into the poem that I wrote back in my college days.
by Robert Frost
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.
While technically not accompanied by instruments, this poet has a music all his own. One of my personal favorites when it comes to written verse. The Road Not Taken. Ponder and enjoy. :D
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
My section of Musical Poetry apparently needs to be further explained. This is an attempt to point out things worth taking a closer look at… Much like saying check out this flower it’s pretty or that sunset it’s magnificent. Now often times I will point out some of the reasons that a particular piece has achieved excellence, but other times I will simply put it out there sans editorial for people to reflect on and enjoy.
Starting off another new section though I’m not 100% on the name. Back in the day, men sat around and thought about stuff and coined some of the wisdom they found into poetic verse. While this is an art that is quickly being cordoned off to Academia, I feel that the void left by this old art losing its original purpose has been filled by another. Modern day poets have turned bard as they set their prose to music and get their message out to the masses.
I will put forth the best of these for reflection and enjoyment. To earn the right to be here, you must posses both musical and lyrical excellence.