Stopping by Frost on a
Snowy Evening
Whose words these are, I think I
know.
so many books to look through
though—
perhaps online, or what I stored
untidily there in my brow?
Is that a line I once explored,
before—when I was idle, bored
(it’s such a snarl inside my
head,
I know it’s one I once adored).
I’ll recall when I’m off to bed—
or think I do—and then instead
of Morpheus, I’ll check again
all that I have before now read.
That line is there, but whose or
when?
Rechecking sources with my pen
before I sleep, I’ll search
again—
before I sleep I’ll search,
again.
David M. Perkins
David M. Perkins’ three poetry volumes: In From Forever, I May or May Not Love You, and Post-Modern Blues are available from Ice Cube Press. His poems, reviews, and essays have appeared in Luminaura, Cæsura, Oziana, Prosetrics, The Wild Word, Willows Wept Review, Caveat Lector, Christopher Street Magazine, and for the Wordsworth Trust (UK) among others. Onetime bookstore owner and former university press publishing professional, he’s currently owned by a blue-point Siamese cat named Wystan