
So, I was sitting in my drafty apartment in downtown Cleveland, and it was dumping snow Wednesday night. I picked up my book and started reading until I came to Frost's poem "Desert Places". The very first line I read included, "Snow falling and night falling fast, oh fast", and I could not help to think what similarities Mr. Frost and I both saw. He also talked about feeling absent-minded, lonely and empty. He made it clear that the snow symbolized not only whiteness, but blankness and nothing to express, which makes comparisons to people, and I felt it myself. He ended with, "To scare myself with my own desert places". Here he has make symbolic comparisons between nature (snow) and people, or even himself. And- I could not help but to make comparisons with the miserable falling snow, the miserable city of Cleveland and how truly miserable it makes me. Thank you Robert Frost and thank you Cleveland.