Monday, December 6, 2010

Stopping by (our) woods

the woods next to our house

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

This is one of my favorite poems.  My favorite line is the woods are lovely, dark and deep.  I love the woods and I love the woods in snow.  The blue of the light.  The softness.  The whisper of wind softly stirring pine boughs.  There is something that is like a secret being revealed when the woods are wrapped in snow. 


Cheryl said...

Frost is my favorite poet and this is on my list of favorite poems. It does speak to the heart and soul of winter and the mysteries of what lies within.

Whosyergurl said...

W.H. Auden is my favorite poet..but I do love a lot of Frost's poetry.

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John Gray said...

nice to catch up with your blog again, its been too long

Chatty Crone said...

I love that poem too - I haven't heard it in ages. sandie

annie said...

I'm jealous of the snow!! I also remember memorizing that poem in elementary school.

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