Poetry Tuesday

"Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening"

Image by Cedar

Less heavy than other poems I’ve read, this lovely little poem by Robert Frost is just a joy.

Robert Frost was born in the United States in 1974 1874,and unlike some of my favourites he was acknowledged during his lifetime for his works — winning (amongst other awards) a Congressional Gold Medal.

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

Lovely.

Ian