Robert Frostfrom, "Desert Places"
The loneliness includes me unawares.
And lonely as it is, that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less—
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
WIth no expression, nothing to express.
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars—on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
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Looking out into the night sky and observing the utter blankness between the stars - the emptiness of space the poet responds in a comparative analogy - the complete desolate nothingness of the heavens fail in comparison with the 'desert places' within. I invite you to read the entire poem. It is a terrifyingly honest struggle with the vast neutrality of existence and one's existential sense of utter emptiness; the void within, the desert.
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