Frost's "Snowy Evening" Takes On New Meaning

Feb 18, 2015 at 10:11 am by bryan


As you look out your windows and take-in the world around you, the words in Robert Frost's poem "Stopping by Wood on a Snowy Evening" take on new meaning.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
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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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