Robert Frost – Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
At the request of Armed With Visions’ Facebook page editor Kenn Fong we recognize today’s solstice with a poem by Robert Frost.
For many years our editor-in-chief, Dennis Fritzinger has celebrated solstice with Kenn Fong by sharing the reading of this poem.
Kenn writes of the personal meaning and memory of this tradition in his blog post here.
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.
Date: December 22, 2011
Categories: Robert Frost