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Blogs > differentguy63 > Baying at the Moon

The Woods  

differentguy63 61M
60 posts
8/3/2012 4:32 am
The Woods
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Frost, Robert (1874 - 1963)

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 must think it<b> queer
</font></b>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.
_infinity_ 112F
5688 posts
8/4/2012 5:20 pm

 Very nice this Robert Frost writing. He's quite whimsical in this tale and I like how he includes the horse.


differentguy63 61M
528 posts
8/4/2012 6:16 pm

 Frost called it "my best bid for remembrance".

Among other things, I see it as a metaphor for duty.

Thanks for stopping by.


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