Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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Winter Scene in nature with snow 
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.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Robert Frost

Published by Rebecca Budd

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4 thoughts on “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”

    1. I have found a huge collection of Robert Frost’s poems, Mandy. I think this year it will be Leo Tolstoy and Robert Frost with Maria Rainer Rilke. But I am also very interested in Katherine Mansfield poetry. You introduced me to her a few years ago. This poem is Butterfly Laughter!

      In the middle of our porridge plates
      There was a blue butterfly painted
      And each morning we tried who should reach the
      butterfly first.
      Then the Grandmother said: “Do not eat the poor
      butterfly.”
      That made us laugh.
      Always she said it and always it started us laughing.
      It seemed such a sweet little joke.
      I was certain that one fine morning
      The butterfly would fly out of our plates,
      Laughing the teeniest laugh in the world,
      And perch on the Grandmother’s lap.

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