“Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening" is one of my absolute favorite Robert Frost poems. Robert Frost have an amazing ability to create a sense of silence and solemnity in his poetry. No matter when or where I read his poetry they always provide a break from everything else around me, living in a big city now, this poem takes me back to the quiet woods and clean coldness of the mountain air in Norway. Every time I read this poem I can feel the snowflakes landing on my face and all I hear is the trees gently rustling.
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
- Robert Frost
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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