With silence comes solitude. And with solitude comes not isolation but connection: a moment in which the inner and the outer worlds miraculously touch. Everything becomes brilliantly alive. From its haunting opening line, Coleridge's poem takes us into this silence. We sense rather than see the frost performing its "secret ministry"--out of sight but deep within our minds. But what is its message? In the silence the owl hoots, evoking the icy woods outside.
from Christopher Nield: The Epoch Times: The Antidote--Classic Poetry for Modern Life: A Reading from 'Frost at Midnight' By Coleridge
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