American poem – Literary Fictions

Aunt Helen ~ A Classic American Poem by T. S. Eliot

Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,

And lived in a small house near a fashionable square

Cared for by servants to the number of four.

Now when she died there was silence in heaven

And silence at her end of the street.

The shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet–

He was aware that this sort of thing had occurred before.

The dogs were handsomely provided for,

But shortly afterwards the parrot died too.

The Dresden clock continued ticking on the mantelpiece,

And the footman sat upon the dining table

Holding the second housemaid on his knees–

Who had always been so careful while her mistress lived.

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening ~ A Classic American Poem by Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not mind me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

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.

Literary Fictions