a good one for all to read

[Lynch]

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.


by Robert Frost



i really enjoyed this
thought i should share

 

[Dix]

That's a personal fav of mine

 

[thinkxingu]

Beautiful piece, especially when you take a peek at the construction, iambic tetrameter (mimics sound of horse trot?), and the slight implication that this person's got a long way to go before he finally rests--his final rest. Compare to "Desert Places."

S