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Phyllis Entis


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Celebrating Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, by Robert Frost

One of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets is now in the public domain. Celebrating by sharing the poem on New Year’s Day.

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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