Monday, March 7, 2005

Miles to Go ...

On March 7, 1923, Robert Frost's “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” was published in the New Republic.


“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.

--Robert Frost


(Speaking of woods on a snowy evening, see Apple Pie's brr-cold picture, "Near Clingman's Dome," in the post below.)


Hannah Im said...

This is one of my favorite poems, but I haven't read it for such a long time. Thanks for reminding me.

Waterfall said...

Dogwood Blue: You're welcome. :-) It's one of my favorites, too.

tonia/sparrow said...

I love it too. Robert Frost rocks! (Hmmmm...can you tell I was a teenager in the 80's? hee hee)

Waterfall said...

Sparrow: To the max! (me, Class of '88) :-D

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