Jul 19, 2008

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost

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's 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's 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.


david mcmahon said...

I've always admired his poetry!

sadesh said...

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Anonymous said...

nice =)

feefifoto said...

I simply love this poem, and how refreshing to come across it in the summer. I was going to skip over it because I've read and heard it many times but I just had to stop and savor its beauty. Thanks.

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Hailey's Beats and Bits said...

my favorite poem! especially the part which says:
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

FeelingFlirty said...

I love this poem. I grew up in Maine and the poem just fit for me as a kid. Thanks for posting it.

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