Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

[dragonyphoenix]

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.

Comments

[riani1.livejournal.com]

Frost is wonderful, and so layered if you look at it closer.

[snogged.livejournal.com]

One of my favorites!

[red-satin-doll.livejournal.com]

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.

About a year ago I had in mind to do some macros or artwork or somesuch (before I knew how to do blends or anything) relating this poem and this stanza specifically to the Buffyverse, because the words seem to fit very nicely - Buffy, Faith, Spike, Willow especially (at least in my head) . I may still do at some point, thanks to your reminder here.

For some reason I thought "the Road Less Traveled" was by another poet but they're both by Frost; there is a fascinating interplay of optimism and resignation in both the poems that wasn't immediately apparent to me.