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.

Robert Frost

About Russell Boyle

Russell Boyle is a mathematics teacher, writer, and poet. His poetry anthologies are titled The Beginning, Footprints and Loneliness. Russell is the author of the Year 7 to 8 Mathematics Short-Answer Tasks, the Year 7 to 10 Mathematics Multiple-Choice Tasks, the Year 9 to 10 Extended-Response Tasks, the solutions to the Year 12 VCAA Mathematics Exams and the Web-Programming For Beginners series of courses. Sample poems and questions may be downloaded from http://russellboyle.com
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6 Responses to Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

  1. Aquileana says:

    I have always loved this poem!. Thanks for bringing it back today!.
    All the best to you, Russell!, Aquileana 😀

  2. russellboyle says:

    Yes, Carroll, natural and uncontrived are excellent descriptors for Frost and his genius. An extraordinary story about your father-in-law. Thank you for sharing it. I think most of us would have been similarly overawed by such a random occurrence.

  3. All of Frost’s poems sound entirely natural, never contrived, and that impresses me most of all. My father-in-law met Frost once. He was hitch-hiking when he was in college and this old man in a beat up car picked him up. When he realized it was Frost he was speechless the rest of the ride and kicked himself about his missed opportunity every after.

  4. one of my favorite poems – I love Robert Frost

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