{"id":589,"date":"2005-03-07T15:16:26","date_gmt":"2005-03-07T22:16:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/wp2\/uncategorized\/it-was-as-if-id-had-a-hallucination\/"},"modified":"2010-04-03T22:28:23","modified_gmt":"2010-04-04T04:28:23","slug":"it-was-as-if-id-had-a-hallucination","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/poetry\/it-was-as-if-id-had-a-hallucination\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;It was as if I&#8217;d had a hallucination.&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a title=\"The Writer's Almanac - MARCH 7 - 13, 2005\" href=\"http:\/\/writersalmanac.publicradio.org\/docs\/2005\/03\/07\/#monday\">The Writer&#8217;s Almanac &#8211; MARCH 7 &#8211; 13, 2005<\/a><\/p>\n<p>On this day in 1923, Robert Frost&#8217;s poem, &#8220;Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,&#8221; was published in the New Republic magazine. It was Frost&#8217;s favorite of his own poems, and he called it, &#8220;My best bid for remembrance.&#8221; He&#8217;s remembered for many of his poems today, but that one is his best known and one of the most popular poems in American literature.<\/p>\n<p>Though it&#8217;s a poem about winter, Frost wrote the first draft on a warm morning in the middle of June. The night before he had stayed up working at his kitchen table on a long, difficult poem called &#8220;New Hampshire&#8221; (1923). He finally finished it, and then looked up and saw that it was morning. He&#8217;d never worked all night on a poem before. Feeling relieved at the work he&#8217;d finished, he went outside and watched the sunrise.<\/p>\n<p><b>While he was outside, he suddenly got an idea for a new poem. So he rushed back inside his house and wrote &#8220;Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening&#8221; in just a few minutes. He said he wrote most of the poem almost without lifting his pen off the page. He said, &#8220;It was as if I&#8217;d had a hallucination.&#8221;<\/b><\/p>\n<p>He later said that he would have liked to print the poem on one page followed by &#8220;forty pages of footnotes.&#8221; He once said the first two lines of the poem, &#8220;Whose woods these are, I think I know, \/ his house is in the village though&#8221; contained everything he ever knew about how to write.<\/p>\n<p><a title=\"Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening\" href=\"http:\/\/www.ketzle.com\/frost\/snowyeve.htm\">Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Whose woods these are I think I know.<br \/>\nHis house is in the village though;<br \/>\nHe will not see me stopping here<br \/>\nTo watch his woods fill up with snow.<\/p>\n<p>My little horse must think it queer<br \/>\nTo stop without a farmhouse near<br \/>\nBetween the woods and frozen lake<br \/>\nThe darkest evening of the year.<\/p>\n<p>He gives his harness bells a shake<br \/>\nTo ask if there is some mistake.<br \/>\nThe only other sound&#8217;s the sweep<br \/>\nOf easy wind and downy flake.<\/p>\n<p>The woods are lovely, dark and deep.<br \/>\nBut I have promises to keep,<br \/>\nAnd miles to go before I sleep,<br \/>\nAnd miles to go before I sleep.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Writer&#8217;s Almanac &#8211; MARCH 7 &#8211; 13, 2005 On this day in 1923, Robert Frost&#8217;s poem, &#8220;Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,&#8221; was published in the New Republic magazine. It was Frost&#8217;s favorite of his own poems, and he called it, &#8220;My best bid for remembrance.&#8221; He&#8217;s remembered for many of his poems &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/poetry\/it-was-as-if-id-had-a-hallucination\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">&#8220;It was as if I&#8217;d had a hallucination.&#8221;<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-589","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/589","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=589"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/589\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=589"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=589"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=589"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}