Snowy Evening

In celebration of the first significant snowfall since October at The Palatial Horvath Estate, I thought I would share one of my favorite snow poems, “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost.

The thing I love best about Frost’s poems is that on the surface they sound all folksy and wholesome, but if you think about them a little more, they go so much deeper.

I hope you enjoy it!

 

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 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.
 

 

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  1. One of my favorite poems!

  2. Me, too! I love Frost, but this is a top pick! Thanks for sharing this!!

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