It's into the 2nd week of college (semester 2) now and surprisingly, I can't say things have picked up in pace all that much. I'm quite enjoying my English 4U and Challenge and Changes in a Diverse Society (a.k.a. Psychology) classes though; in big part due to their interrelation with the other. It's been real fun analyzing poetry from all walks of authors and their backgrounds using the so-called 'speech act' as the basis. It's not easy of course - deriving meaning from strings of sentences that, at first glance (read), probably would have one thinking...

"This guy's (the author) crazy; he's not making ANY sense!" Which is honestly a bag of laughs since neither one of my classmates, let alone my self, could make head or tail of the first poem Mr. Ben introduced to during the first day of class. Believing in the saying "two minds are better than one", in the end Mr. Ben split us in groups of five to discuss the poem and determine what it was about. I remember him distinctively pointing out repetitively throughout that day...

"There are NO wrong answers." Apparently that poem he gave us? Nobody on earth knows the real meaning behind it. Why? Because the author NEVER let it out in the open before he eventually kicked the bucket. Fancy that? So the poem had become somewhat of an endless mystery and will therefore be continuously critiqued throughout the ages. Millions of varying interpretations have been uncovered of course, but which one holds true?

What do you think?

Here's the poem; which I now find thoroughly beautiful for something that seemed 'gibberish' to me in the beginning...

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's 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's 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.

For one's info, Robert Frost was also the author behind the poem "The Road Not Taken". So, see what you make of it.