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Monday, September 1, 2008

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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 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.


  1. Oh how truly lovely! This is one of my MOST favorite poems and poets. I especially love the last stanza. I find myself often reciting it when I am in the woods alone. Such a simple piece conveys such peace...and depth for me. Thank you for sharing this. I was just talking about this poem with a friend recently. How timely. Hugs, Robin

  2. This made me long for winter. I am a snow lover. I adore the cold. Winter is invigorating, clean, and makes me feel alive.
    I can't wait for the first snow day in these parts!

  3. "I have promises to keep and miles and miles before I sleep." Those words are so powerful.


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