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 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 askContinue reading “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”

S1 E3: Asking for Roses by Robert Frost

Welcome to Poetry in the Evening with Robert Frost. Robert Frost described how poetry came to him by these words: “A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.” When I read “Asking for Roses” I felt that same lump in the throat. Asking for Roses byContinue reading “S1 E3: Asking for Roses by Robert Frost”