Monday, March 06, 2006

Poetry Monday

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening

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.

When I read March's theme for poetry Monday, I immediately thought of this poem. March always seems to start out blistering cold and end with springtime. "Comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb" I guess they say. So I thought I'd do a few winter poems and then swtich to spring poems when the ides of March comes around.



5 comments:

Carrie K said...

That is a great choice for March, Jenni, and is that where "miles to go before I sleep' came from?

Stacie said...

beautiful! I love the quite beauty of snow. It seems to absorb sound. Also very beautiful in an alley in Chicago, sodium lights and trash cans. It makes everything clean and new.

Jennifer said...

I've always loved that poem.

Baa Bonny Belle said...

What a great poem!

Paula said...

Hey we both did a Robert Frost poem with a winter to spring theme... hehehe, that is because great minds sure do think alike! I will miss Winter though, I think. We never seem to get enough of the snow the way I am used to when I lived up north, but I am really enjoying the new life of spring and watching the transistion is so exciting.

I think Robert frost always depicts the moods best for weather and nature....(oh and of course Whitman does that very well too :)