Sunday, December 27, 2009

Stopping By the Woods On A Snowy Evening

One of my favorite poets is Robert Frost. The imagery of his poetry stands out as a portrait of America for me. His poetry has a sense of dignity and peace and is always laced, at the same time, with a sense of gritty reality.

One of my favorite poems is "Stopping By the Woods On a Snowy Evening." I present it to you below as a reminder that even the cold and snowy winter can be filled with wonder and beauty.

Stopping By the Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods are these 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 its 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.
-Robert Frost
New Hampshire