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.

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2 thoughts on “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening ~ Robert Frost

  1. Ah, it’s been way too long since I last heard from you!
    Another great poem, many thanks! Although, I felt a little detached from it having recently watched a film called antichrist where most of the evil that occurs takes place in the woods…

    • I was slacking off lol. I love this poem because it makes something so ordinary, a fork in the road, into something really special. As for scary movies… I’m too much of a scaredy-cat to watch them. 😀

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