This poem by Robert Frost is a favorite of mine since age 16. It's my favorite "winter poem." The last stanza strikes me as very Catholic. We can never be too comfortable with our faith, can we?
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."
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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."
I dont know why but I love that poem.
Thanks Karen:)
Peace, JOY & Merry Chritmas to you:)
Marie
Me too Marie. It's one of those poems it's best just to enjoy and not really analyze a lot. Initially when I started college I was a literature major the first year. But I switched to European History, because having to "analyze" the literature ruined it for me. And that was just at the start where all the weirdos were starting to really rot the literature departments. Hadn't happened yet, but you could see the handwriting on the wall.
And Merry Christmas to you too!
Poetry can be so pretty!
Just wanted to wish you a wonderful Christmas!!!
Wonderful..many blessings Karen this christmas..it's been great fun getting to know you..& hopefully some more great posts in the New Year!
That picture looks like my backyard right now. I think you'd like to have a bit of snow for Christmas.
I have always loved that poem, too. We have such good taste!!
Adrienne, I'd love a bit of snow right now...BUT there has to NOT be snow on the road. It's the one thing I really miss...snow AT Christmas. For the 1st 14 years of my life I always had a white Christmas. And after that only in Dec. of 95 when I went back east to be with relatives after my mom had died. For years I used to go to Midnight Mass so as to miss the glaring fact that "there's no snow on the ground." One year when I was little there didn't like like there was going to be snow, BUT would you believe Christmas eve after sundown it started to snow and snow....just enough for a White Christmas. (That was one year in the 60s in Virginia. That was cutting it close!)
Karen
This is one of my favorite poems. Oddly, the only other one I learned when I was really young (grade school) and has stuck with me is "We Real Cool" by Gwendolyn Brooks.
That is beautiful Karen. Wow. Thanks for sharing it. Blessed Christmas to you and yours,
Adele and family
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