“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” is a poem written in 1922 by Robert Frost, and published in 1923 in his New Hampshire volume. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest poems in the English language. The vivid imagery he is able to create makes it one of my favorites, especially in wintertime. Enjoy.
Stopping By Woods On Snowy Evening
By 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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