Stopping by a woods….

Stopping by a 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

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2 Responses to Stopping by a woods….

  1. I am not a poet and for the most part, never cared for poetry. This poem by Frost is one of the few exceptions. Thanks for giving me a chance to revisit it.

  2. SallyK says:

    He is one of American’s most accessible poets…

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