Imagine Looks frightening, huh? That’s exactly what Robert

Imagine yourself alone in a cold dark place, a place where there is no
hope of anyone helping you, a place where you are without a map or any sense of
direction and a place where there is no option of going back but to face that
lonely dull landscape. Looks frightening, huh? That’s exactly what Robert Frost
is describing in his poem “Desert Places”. Usually readers would confuse this
topic with some hot, dry place with no water around and, to be honest, that’s
what I initially thought this poem would be about. The reason I chose this
poem was because I thought this would be an ordinary desert and I would be able
to relate my experiences with the writer’s experience, as I have been to Desert
Safari a few times. But, as I started reading this poem, it had a serious and
helpless tone throughout the poem which made me want to understand it in depth
and get the message that Frost is trying to give.

 In the first stanza, Frost writes, “Snow
falling and night falling fast, oh, fast/In a field I looked into going
past/And the ground almost covered smooth in snow/But a few weeds and stubble showing
last.” (1-4). We usually picture snow with beautiful landscapes but in this
poem Frost mentions snow as if it was a white cold sheet covering the nature
which represents loneliness. Frost has connected night with snow here so, by
this black and white combination he is giving us an idea of winter landscape
and how dark, dull, quiet and lonely night this is for him. Words “oh, fast”
(1) here tells us how helpless he was with this whole idea of time running fast
and within a glimpse that night became the past. That’s how fast time was
running for him and he couldn’t do anything about it. Then Frost picks out
“Weeds and stubble” (4) which shows the sign of discomfort for him as he
describes this scene. All the hard work done by the farmers throughout the year
is buried under the snow. This also reflects the increasing level of isolation
for the speaker. Picturing myself in that quiet place alone with no excitement,
where all I could see are a few remaining weeds and stubbles, suffocates me to
death.

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