Robert Frost
Two Poems by Robert Frost
( 1916, Poetry Collection )
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening in New Hampshire ( 1923, Poetry Collection ) 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.
C-Span interview with Jay Parini, the author of the book [ Robert Frost: A Life ]
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