I'm someone who reads whenever I get the chance - fiction, text books, the lot! However, I also write... so I KNOW that in fiction, a lot of the story is often silently conveyed 'between the lines' - an extra layer to the plot that's just waiting for a reader who'll delve a bit deeper and discover it.
Take this morning - I was sitting enjoying a coffee and a huge dollop of comfort reading (in the form of a contemporary romance) when I came across a reference to 'the Frost poem - miles to go before I sleep'. I'd never heard of it before... so I decided to 'Google' it!
Really glad I did:
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.
Robert Frost
Now THERE'S a scene I could weave a whole story around! And thanks to a reference placed by a romance author, I've had the satisfaction of finding another 'gem' just sitting there, waiting to be read...
Take this morning - I was sitting enjoying a coffee and a huge dollop of comfort reading (in the form of a contemporary romance) when I came across a reference to 'the Frost poem - miles to go before I sleep'. I'd never heard of it before... so I decided to 'Google' it!
Really glad I did:
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.
Robert Frost
Now THERE'S a scene I could weave a whole story around! And thanks to a reference placed by a romance author, I've had the satisfaction of finding another 'gem' just sitting there, waiting to be read...
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