This is a classic by one of America’s most beloved poets, and an Everyman so many people can relate to: Robert Frost. There is so much going on this time of year – the holidays upon us, traveling, rushing and bustling for gifts and company – that it’s easy to get caught up in the rush and forget to breathe, to pause for thought, to hold our loved ones close.
So, take a slow, calm breath and meander through this poem: so simple but so lovely, and so very, very deep.
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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