Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening (Poem By Robert Frost)

This poem by Robert Frost discusses a quiet moment of reflection in a snowy forest. The clear, calm imagery invites us to enter into our own moment of cool stillness - to pause on our journey and be at ease where we are.

Transcript

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 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 my little horse is in the village, Though he will not see me stopping before the wind

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