Poetry Month: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (Frost)

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see 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.

– Robert Frost, from New Hampshire

There’s a wealth of Frost on the web. Check out the Robert Frost Society and The Friends of Robert Frost.

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2 thoughts on “Poetry Month: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (Frost)

  1. […] Small Pond Reviews, observations, musings & outright lies Skip to content HomeAbout MeBlog RollNavigating the BlogPoetry MonthBook Reviews ← Poetry Month: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (Frost) […]

  2. I enjoyed your earlier post recapping last year’s poetry month, and have been eagerly awaiting this month’s posts. I have been most excited about discovering poems that are new to me (since I rarely ever read poetry, although I enjoy it when I do). But I love a classic, and this has been a good start to my day.

    I’m looking forward to the rest of the month!

    Tanya

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