Poetry Corner | Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening

This is a classic by one of America's most beloved poets, and an Everyman so many people can relate to: Robert Frost. There is so much going on this time of year - the holidays upon us, traveling, rushing and bustling for gifts and company - that it's easy to get caught up in the rush and forget to breathe, to pause for thought, to hold our loved ones close.So, take a slow, calm breath and meander through this poem: so simple but so lovely, and so very, very deep.

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 hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound's the sweepOf 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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