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This midwinter poetry celebration is the brainchild of Grace's Poppies. This is probably my favorite winter poem, and it seems particularly apropos these days when I leave the house by eight and don't get home until midnight:
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.
It's Robert Frost, of course, via the Favorite Poem Project.
Posted by Kat at February 2, 2006 01:53 PM
Whoa, major flashback! My mother's favorite poet. As a small child - we're talking maybe 4 or 5 years old - she was highly amused by making me memorize that poem. I would be trotted out to recite it for visitors.
Kind of an odd mix of good and bad memories. I was always totally embarrassed by the recitals. But I actually love the poem myself, though I can't repeat it entirely from memory anymore.
I love Robert Frost! Thanks for posting that. =)
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