Robert Frost
Dark, snowy days like today always make me think of This Robert Frost poem. Honestly, Robert Frost is probably my favorite poet, with is deep and dark writing that can be interpreted in so many ways.
It’s always made me think of the beauty of nature and the freedom of just disappearing off into the woods to live in nature and forget life’s responsibilities.
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.