2010/09/17

Robert Frost - An Old Man's Winter Night

A day when was crammed with uncease works and physical tiredness
was suitable for a short poem, which could be read at least from beginning to the end
unlike many projects I have been doing still in the betweeen

While I can read Chinese in paragraph in one second, one word or phrase is still the unit for reading English. However, why not read a poem just slowly?
Slowly and don't worry what's next.
Concentrating on one of favorite hobbies is happiness.

It's a poem talking about an old man was scard by the sound of night either from outdoors or a cellar in a ''creaking'' room. He sat alone with a lamp, not really quiet. Then he paid attention on an ''late-arising moon.'' Since the moon brought him comfort, the old man developed a relation with the house:
For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,
His icicles along the wall to keep;
And slept.
He did the only thing he could do well. The jolting log in the stove even didn't bother him.

Sleeping is peaceful for an aged person.
The perception is enlargen in the solitary.
What an old man suffers.....

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