We will have a guest blogger to replace Favorite Book Friday . . . and that will be Favorite Poem Friday.
“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost is my favorite.
According to Wikipedia (and really, folks, is there any more reliable information source on the planet?), “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" was Frost’s favorite of his poems.
So, to keep you cool on a warm summer day, here is everyone’s favorite poem (Okay, me and Robert Frost, but that’s almost everyone) . . .
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 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.
I have always loved this poem, its melancholic and lonely tone.
FROM DAN R.:
Donna, I was fortunate enough to have heard Robert Frost read his poetry when I was at the U. of Florida. He said many critics try to say this poem is a "suicide wish", but he cautioned his audience that it merely portrays someone pausing during a busy day to observe beauty before continuing with responsibilites, something he said everyone should do. Frost was also a guest of Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings at her house and grove at Cross Creek. At her dining table she always seated her guest so his/her back was to the north window, because anyone looking out that window was staring across the yard at the outhouse.
This poem is one of my faves, too. But I'm not as big a fan of Wikipedia.
your loyal and late friend,
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