Tuesday, February 16, 2010

stopping by the woods

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
(1st poem-inspired painting is J's, 2nd is Zoo Boy's, 3rd is mine.)

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 they 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.

These 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.

1 comment:

Map Man said...

Love that poem.