Good Hours

by Robert Frost (1915) — a poem card from Justes Mots

Frost portrays a solitary winter walk where the speaker finds companionship through glimpses of distant cottages and their warm interiors, only to return and find all windows dark and extinguished. The reversal creates poignancy about isolation and the fleeting nature of connection. This introspective poem serves those exploring loneliness, disconnection, or the bittersweet quality of exclusion.

I HAD for my winter evening walk—
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.

And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces…

Themes: sympathy · grief · reflection · long-distance