Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening!

Robert Frost‘s 1922 poem ‘Stopping by woods on a snowy evening‘  contains important messages, but it is equally delightful to read it at face value. The text evokes powerful images in the mind. It is one of my favourites.

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
by

Robert Frost

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.

The end

The poem in Frost's own handwriting! Courtesy rocksea. Copyright not known.

US Postage stamp of 1974

Feel free to suggest poems that celebrate nature and wildlife!

Credits – Michael Wassmer (France) for image (thru Wikimedia Commons). Wikipedia for links. Adam Smith Academy for the text.