Tuesday, February 13, 2007

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's 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.


Not a poetry fan but found this wonderful poetry by Robert Frost and I was amazed by its simplicity and efficacy. It won't be untrue to say that anyone can learn from and relate to it.

2 comments:

Prameela 2/15/07, 11:01 AM  

Beautiful one :) bought nostalgic memories of the english class

If u want another one, try Daffodils by wordsworth. Its my favourite
http://www.wordsworth.org.uk/Default.asp?page=114

Vikash 2/15/07, 5:31 PM  

I was never into literature and I always thought I never will be. But now I realize how wrong I was, as my ignorance towards literature is waning. The more I read it the more I love it :)

Daffodils is really a lovely poem and no wonder its your favorite. If you know some others then please let me know.

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