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

I found this commentary on the poem quite interesting and you can find it here:

"Have you ever wanted to escape from the world for a little while? Perhaps to go watch some woods fill up with snow? Leave Facebook to accumulate friend requests and wall posts for you, let the e-mails pile up, record a mischievous away message on your cell phone, stuff the homework, the papers, and the tests under the bed? Well, then this is a poem for you.

Sometimes we crave a little vacation from responsibility. Sometimes we get hungry for alone time like the speaker does in "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." In a world in which we are constantly stimulated by the Internet, TV, phones, and ads, and in a world in which we are busy, do we get to spend much time alone?" (Shmoop Editorial Team, 2008)

Thoughts worth pondering. I shared this today as I reflect on how busy life has been and my yearning to slow down and seek peace...hope this connects with you as well.

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Shmoop Editorial Team. (2008, November 11). Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Retrieved May 18, 2017, from http://www.shmoop.com/stopping-by-woods-on-a-snowy-evening/