Winter is for poetry

One of my favourite poems is “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost. I discovered Frost’s poetry as a teenager, when I read the book The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton (which actually was my favourite book at the time). In that book there’s a poem called “Nothing Gold Can Stay”, and I fell in love with it.

Since it’s winter here in Norway, I thought sharing this beautiful poem. There’s a lot you can read in to it, but if all you want to do is to enjoy the imagery it gives you, that’s okay too…

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.

Photo: Mittens and Sunglasses © 2018
Photo: Mittens and Sunglasses © 2018
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