Poem of the Day Project: “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost”

I know, I know, it’s finally nice in Chicago and I call winter to mind, but this poem is so good that I don’t really care…I feel like I can almost handle it better now that I finally believe this apocalyptic winter is over.

 

Whose woods these are I think I know,

His house is in the 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.

(Disclaimer: I’m basing my poem choices on those I understand to be in the public domain. If I’ve made a mistake – which is very possible – and you own the copyright to a poem I have posted please e-mail me at igetabitobsessive@gmail.com and I will take the post down immediately.)

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