Poem introduction

I love the spareness and the restraint of this poem, and the fact it's so evocative and yet so beautifully haunting at the same time. It always sends a kind of shiver down my spine when I read it.

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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1After Apple Picking


2Desert Places

3Mending Wall


4The Road Not Taken


5The Silken Tent


6Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening