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Sunday Poem – Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Since Calgary woke up to snow this morning for the first time this season , I thought it was time for a winter poem — and who better than Robert Frost?

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Snowshoeing in Kananaskis. Credit: Neil Griffin

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.

Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1923, © 1969 by Henry Holt and Company, Inc., renewed 1951, by Robert Frost.

Featured photo by Neil Griffin.

One thought on “Sunday Poem – Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

  1. Very nice. As soon as I saw the title I was able to recite the poem for my husband due to memorizing it at school year after year. I wonder if every Canadian kid studies it at school?

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