21 December 2011

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.

3 comments:

Sue said...

I love that. Have you ever seen the children's book containing this poem (and only this poem), illustrated by Susan Jeffers? It is just lovely and one my children enjoyed when they were young.

ORLS said...

I was awaiting your next Frost post. I knew it would come soon...

rogue evolent said...

thank you Father William, I love Frost. He was an American original and and iconic man of poetry (and he could actually rhyme words too :) )
best,
r/e