There is a Charles Bronson film titled Telefon. It is most of what you would expect from a Charles Bronson film. It’s a little silly, a little fun, a bit over-serious, and, if there are any fans of Leslie Nielsen’s Naked Gun, a certain scene from Telefon will seem very familiar. (You really need to watch Telefon if you’re a Naked Gun fan.)
There is a motif in this movie: The final stanza of Robert Frost’s Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening plays a crucial narrative and thematic role, and as a young child, those lines were indelibly seared into my brain like the scars on a man’s eyes after he’s looked into the sun. It is still there, always at the ready. (I’ve memorized the rest of the poem, by the way.)
A corny, old action flick is what introduced me to poetry. As a child, I would repeat that stanza over and over again to myself, in love with the sound of the words and the mystery of those dark woods which will forever haunt my mind.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
* What are some of your favorite poems?
* What was the first poem you remember?
* Do you write poetry?
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