As Christmas fast approaches, my mind stays to snow, candy canes, and eventually Robert Frost. For as long as I can remember, I have had a passion for reading Robert Frost's poems. My favorite by far remains Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Each time I beginning to read it, I can't help but picture hot chocolate, soft plump cushions, and gingerbread houses and I yearn for December, and all it entails, to finally arrive. For those who have not yet had the pleasure of reading Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, here it is:
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.
What I love about Robert Frost's writings is his ability to integrate nature and emotion in poetry. This is something that I have worked to attain in many of my writings.
1 comments:
I really like that poem [:
I'm glad someone else is ready for Christmas ha.
Everyone's always complaining about Christmas music being played and holiday decorations going on sale so soon.
But I love how the whole idea makes me feel.
I can't wait for those super cold nights where I can drink hot chocolate by the fireplace and all that good stuff.
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