Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

poetry, family, NH, LakeEvery winter I share this poem – a personal favorite from one of my favorite poets, Robert Frost. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening is a poem Frost wrote nearly 100 years ago in 1922 and was first published a year later in his Pulitzer Prize winning, New Hampshire volume.


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.

One response to “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

  1. I’ve been reading lots of Frost during this hospitalizationlization. Great opportunity to be reflective and to calm down the nerves before. And after Fruday’s surgery and in anticipation of Tuesday’s.

    Thanks for sharing!



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