Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) is considered by many to be America’s finest poet. Robert Frost was a leading figure in the Modernist movement, yet he still favored more traditional metrics and forms of poetry.  His poems were written in everyday language and were based extensively on his own experiences.  What makes his poetry intriguing are the layers of hidden meanings and ambiguities found in them.  Frost was an extremely popular and oft-quoted poet.  He was frequently honored during his lifetime receiving the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry no less than four times!

Though born in the city (San Francisco), he is most well known for his many realistic depictions of rural life in New England in the early 20th century.  He frequently used them to examine complex social and philosophical issues.  Of his works, my favorites are those about the New England countryside.  Among his best, in my humble opinion, is the following which ends with some of the most famous lines found in all poetry.

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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