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.
By: Robert Frost
Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) was an American poet. His work frequently drew inspiration from rural life in New England. He was also the Inaugural poet for John F. Kennedy in 1961.
Photos: These photos were taken yesterday here in DC directly after snowfall. Click photos to enlarge images
Hi Stephen, if I didn't have this slow isp, I'd be commenting on all you've posted on this page, I especially love that Bowl of gathered thoughts. And me too, I want to know, where have all the men of soul gone?
Your blog makes me want to write and write and write. Oh, have you read Their eyes were watching God? Ay yai yai, what a delicious book.
GG! How are you? Long time. :)Thank you for this comment. Yes, I have read "Their eyes..." I've also taught it to 10th Graders when I was in the classroom. I love the book and adore the woman. I'll be checking by your blog this afternoon. Peace~
You guys got blasted as well I see... We got about a foot in most areas by my house and work. We really needed the moisture, so it is time. We were like 24 inches low on snow this year before this storm, so we are starting to catch up. We have been spoiled here in MN. I am lucky to have a neighbor who shovels for me! :) So, I really like the snow. The people who spent all day Sun shoveling their driveways and sidewalks, not loving it so much yesterday as I was. I just snuggled in and watched the MN Wild hockey game and then of course NASCAR! I was very content to spend the day in my jammies with my kitty while the others cleared the streets and my parking lot! (I KNOW I am blessed not to have to shovel! I am buying him a gas card as a thank you!)
That is about all here! Have a great day and thanks for the pic's of the winter wonderland! And I LOVE Robert Frost poems!
I'd love to have some of that snow here, but unfortunately London 'woulda lack dung' (would be closed down).
For me snow just makes a beautiful difference to a scenery.
As always, beautiful photos!!
Robert Frost- I haven't read too much of his poetry. I'm going to have to check him out.
Thanks for sharing!
Love the poem and the pictures that illustrate the season.
you are a Leo too...so you hear me without hearing me...I just came back from Boston last week and the snow was beautiful...I dont ever see it hear in Cali...but its definately a peaceful reflection...
Lovely poem Stephen, I thought it was yours. However I'm remembering that the darkest evenings of the year are rather in December
To day I took a picture of a ladybug I put it on mys garden blog (Garden of Marguerite)
My rose bushes are ready to be pruned
I'll do it soon, perhaps I'll begin this afternoon
Look at you all laid back while others do the shoveling. :) That's cool. I'm happy to hear all is well. I'm glad that you like the pics. Peace~
Yes, it's beautiful until it starts to melt. :)
Yeah, I like Frost. Thanks butterfly. :)
Thank you and welcome to you.
Thank you. I'm happy to bring the snow to your front step. Yes, I am a leo too. You go lioness! :)
No, not my poem this time. :)I'll have to go see your ladybug. Good to see you. Spring is near.
Im tired of snow my dear, take it away...and send me pictures of sunny places with lots of colors....pretty please.
Yeah, you would be tired of it where you live. :)
Thank you dear lady. Thank you. :)
Frost. I stuck with writing partly because of that old bard. Lovely pictures that somehow help the words along.
Frost has been one of my favorites since high school.
My hope was for it to work. :) Thanks.
I can't remember when I first started liking Frost. Was it high school or college???
i love robert frost. i'm not educated about poetry, but i know what touches me, and he does.
Thank you so much. That's what every poet hopes for. Welcome.
This poem forces the individual to re-live the wonderful innocence of a child all over again.
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