I saw this over at Knitting at No. 9 then found that my friends the Knit Devil and The Dim Sum-mer have also participated. Sheesh, and here I did a poem for yesterday. Well, That certainly doesn't mean that I can't do another one today, right? Without further ado... here's one of my favorites.
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)
5 comments:
This was a walk down memory lane. One of my early memories is reading that poem which was in the front of one of my older sister's reading book she brought home from school. I can still see the picture of the horse pulling a sleigh in the book. Thanks!
Ah, Robert Frost. I love your tie-in with the Bugs (it is the Bugs, right?) playing in the snow.
thanks for participating. I can't seem to stop reading the poetry...and this is one of my favorite's. good choice.
Always loved that poem...and it snowed here last night! I'm normally not all excited about snow, but we've had so little this season that it is a bit of a treat.
I love that poem. Thanks for the memories.
I love poetry. William Stafford was my favorite poet. He lived and taught in Oregon. He has passed on now but Stafford was a very down to earth, and spiritual man.
Perhaps he wasn't as known as some.
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