21 December 2010

Can't let the day

go by without this:

Stopping by 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.


Sue said...

I love that! My son had that poem in a book illustrated by Susan Jeffers when he was little - the whole book was the poem. Beautifully illustrated...

William Weedon said...

I first learned it in the music of Frostiana, but I have loved it ever since.


Stephanie said...

I remember this from my Poetry class at SIUE many years ago. We discussed at length how Robert Frost felt when writing the last stanza. The consensus was that, like many of Frost's poems, that he was lamenting about his life and where he is truly happy. Our instructor insisted that he always ends his poems on a sad note (e.g. The Road Less Taken). What's your take?