Poem of the Month


Although not overtly “Christmassy”, this poem by the American poet Robert Frost (1874- 1963) creates a wintry atmosphere and images that suggest it is a dark December night and he has promised to be somewhere, possibly for Christmas? Carol Townend (u3a Poetry Group)

Poem by Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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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