I was thinking about this poem as I walked in the woods. Although far from snowy and dark...more like warm and humid, it was lovely. Last summer as I trained to hike Whitney and did a few races in wooded areas, the last stanza of this poem was especially meaningful. Robert Frost is a favorite, and has been ever since my junior English teacher, Mr. Brandt, made us memorize Frost's famous "The Road Not Taken". I believe we had to memorize this one too, but while I remember liking it, it did not make the same impression back then.
So enjoy the reading of this lovely little poem...
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 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 the 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.
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