Thursday, january 31 – \u00a0\u201cStopping by a wood on a Snowy Evening\u201d \u00a0written 1922<\/p>\n
Twenty-some years ago, our university hosted the meeting of Jesuit national leaders (called \u201cProvincials\u201d). \u00a0 All the brass coming to our city was a pretty big deal for us. \u00a0 I can\u2019t remember who organized logistics; \u00a0whoever that was asked me if I could arrange an all afternoon event for them to show off The Greenfield Village, a world-famous historical park within the Henry Ford Museum & Greenfield Village complex.\u00a0Technology and Culture<\/u>, the international journal I edited then, was co-sponsored by the Ford Museum and we had our editorial offices there. \u00a0 It was not hard to ask Greenfield Village to arrange one of their 19th century sleigh rides for our group, horse-drawn sleighs on runners through the winter snows blanketing the Village at that time of the year. \u00a0 The village supplied us with 19th century \u201csleigh rugs\u201d to\u00a0keep our legs warm. \u00a0 We needed them too; a wind-swept blizzard turned the G Village into heavy magical snow riding the howling winds.<\/p>\n
Some of the Jesuits thought that afternoon was a blast, very fun to taste winter travel from c. 100 years before; \u00a0other provincials emphasized the \u201cblast\u201d more than the \u201cfun.\u201d \u00a0I love the memory and those courageous leaders who tackled the challenges facing The Society of Jesus three decades ago.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d forgotten that we had posted \u201cStopping by a wood\u201d once before, February 7, 2014. \u201cThis winter’s snow is acting like winter: \u00a0demanding & labor-intense, wearisome. . \u00a0As a help to transcending plodding through these days, here is an offering from \u00a0Robert Frost, \u00a0one of the great U.S. \u00a0poets of the 20th century. \u00a0 \u2018Stopping by Woods\u2019 is one of his understated classics, exploring the tension between stillness and beauty vs commitments and weariness.<\/p>\n
Have a good weekend.\u201d<\/p>\n
john st sj<\/p>\n
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\u201cStopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening\u201d
\n\u2014 \u00a0Robert Frost<\/p>\n
Whose woods these are I think I know.
\nHis house is in the village though;
\nHe will not see me stopping here
\nTo watch his woods fill up with snow.<\/p>\n
My little horse must think it queer
\nTo stop without a farmhouse near
\nBetween the woods and frozen lake
\nThe darkest evening of the year.<\/p>\n
He gives his harness bells a shake
\nTo ask if there is some mistake.
\nThe only other sound\u2019s the sweep
\nOf easy wind and downy flake.<\/p>\n
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
\nBut I have promises to keep,
\nAnd miles to go before I sleep,
\nAnd miles to go before I sleep.<\/p>\n
Robert Frost Thursday, january 31 – \u00a0\u201cStopping by a wood on a Snowy Evening\u201d \u00a0written 1922 Twenty-some years ago, our university hosted the meeting of Jesuit national leaders (called \u201cProvincials\u201d). \u00a0 All the brass coming to our city was a pretty big … Continue reading ![\"\"](\"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/170\/2014\/02\/Robert-Frost.jpg\")
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