Good Hours by Robert Frost

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend February 18, 2017   Good Hours   Robert Frost

I had for my winter evening walk— No one at all with whom to talk, But I had the cottages in a row Up to their shining eyes in snow.   And I thought I had the folk within: I had the sound of a violin; I had a glimpse through curtain laces Of youthful forms and youthful faces.   I had such company outward bound. I went till there were no cottages found. I turned and repented, but coming back I saw no window but that was black.   Over the snow my creaking feet Disturbed the slumbering village street Like profanation, by your leave, At ten o'clock of a winter eve.            This poem is in the public domain. About This Poem   "Good Hours" was published in North of Boston (Henry Holt and Company, 1914).   Robert Frost was born on March 26, 1874, in San Francisco. His collections of poetry include New Hampshire (Henry Holt and Company, 1923), Steeple Bush (Henry Holt and Company, 1947), and In the Clearing (Holt, Rinehart and Winston, 1962). Frost won four Pulitzer Prizes during his lifetime and served as consultant in poetry to the Library of Congress from 1958 to 1959. He died on January 29, 1963.   Poetry by Frost   The Poetry of Robert Frost: The Collected Poems, Complete and Unabridged (Henry Holt and Co., 1979)  "The Moose" by Elizabeth Bishop "Those Winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden "Storm Ending" by Jean Toomer Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. If you enjoy Poem-a-Day, please consider making a donation to help make it possible. Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038