This poem makes me smile and feel wistful when I read it

[bluegeek]

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's 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.

Comments

[eireinn.livejournal.com]

I studied Robert Frost at high school, and I managed to write about Stopping by Woods in all six poetry essays I had to write that year. It was my favourite.

[exiled-mind.livejournal.com]

Oooh, that is impressive, I must say :-D