Sunday 27 March 2022

Sunday Poem

Recently a friend asked me what my favourite poem was and as I deliberated she announced that hers was Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. I was sorry to be so slow to the it is a big favourite of mine too. Frost wrote it in about 20 minutes in 1923!!

And he said that it was his "best bid for remembrance." I think he was right about that. To hear him recite the poem follow the link.

Robert Frost reading Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening.

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.

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