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.

Poem by Robert Frost

25 thoughts on “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

  1. I had a student submit that poem one time as his own. Terribly precious attempt. But it’s so beautiful that I forgave him. Still disqualified him from the competition, but forgave him.
    And excellent photo-pairings!

    • It is easy to understand why some students want to take ownership of a poem that is so rich in expressions and moods.
      I’ve had ‘some’ problems with my pictures to this beautiful poem. How can one even hope to match the inner images, the poem has evoked.. I had a fight! 🙂
      All the best,

    • Dear Magnoliae. We have just ended a very cold period sometimes revealing a beautiful blue ski. It has been a pleasure to go for a walk when the air was dry and the visibility was good.
      All the best,

  2. Wonderful pictures and one of Robert Frost’s most memorable poems. A lovely combination! And what a line……”the only other sound’s the sweep / Of easy wind and downy flake”. Frost is one of my favourite poets.

  3. How different your winter scenery is to ours and how beautifully you’ve shared it with your artistic pictures. It’s like a magical dream. It illustrates Robert Frost’s evocative poem so well. Thank you for sharing, Hanna. 🙂

    • I had a lot of trouble with my pictures. When I like a poem that much it’s difficult to get the pictures right 🙂
      Send you lots of good greetings,

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