Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening (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.


  1. I really enjoyed this - it is so beautiful. Thinks, Timo for the pictures and poem. So appropriate of Robert Frost to write about the snow. Love, G. Ree

  2. I love this poem, and the photo of the kid with the rainbow hat is fantastic. I'm unhappy with the snow at the moment, but I must admit that it is beautiful!
    Have a wunderschoene Weihnachten. :)