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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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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.
Robert Frost
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Tenn Bandit (2/27/2008 12:46:00 PM)
I remember my sixth grade English teacher reading this poem to our class. As she read it, I remember having a calm peaceful feeling and I pictured myself actually being there with the writer observing the same beautiful snow scene. I later had an assignment during my freshman year in high school to memorize and recite a poem in front of my English class. I chose, 'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening'. Needless to say, I got an an 'A+'. I can't describe the feeling I get when I read this poem but I can say that it is a pleasnt one and it's the very same feeling every time. The same feeling that I had the very first time that I heard it back in 1975. Thank you to My sixth grade teacher, Mrs. Guthrie for introducing me to this wonderful poem and to Robert Frost who is one of my favorite poets. |
Nomi Mas (2/11/2008 10:56:00 AM)
deep and each of the last two lines have a meaning of their own. sublime |
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