Stopping By Woods On A Snowing Evening
Poet Laureate Robert Frost ~ Written 1922, Shaftsbury, Vermont
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.
Fairy said:
What a lovely poem. The first thing that caught my eye was “Written 1922, Shaftsbury, Vermont”. We visited the USA for the first time less than 6 months ago and would you believe, we stayed in Shaftsbury, VT!! As we drove towards it from Weston in the north we drove through a tremendous thunderstorm. I even got out of the car – near the woods to take a photo of the approaching storm. It was midsummer but this poem takes me right back to that spot. How uncanny.
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Jennifer Wilcox said:
Fairy,
So glad you visited us! I hope your stay in America was pleasing and an enjoyable one. The connection is uncanny, and that sounds just like something I would do; hop out of the car to take a photograph.
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honeybz27 said:
My favorite line is “the only other sound’s the sweep of easy wind and downy flake.” Such a beautiful poem. “Sound’s the sweep” ~what lovely alliteration. I didn’t know when this was penned- 1922 Vermont. Thank you for teaching me this poem, I hold it dear to my heart.
Love, Liv
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Jennifer Wilcox said:
Thank you my dear~ In researching the poem I stumbled upon the background information which wasn’t in the one copy of the book I happend to be reading the poem from. I agree knowing when and where it was written lends more to understanding the poem, for me.
Happy you’re reading my mind wanderings~
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