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)
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.
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