Poem by Robert Frost
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.
The last stanza is my favorite. I could relate it to past memories. It's kind of difficult to explain. But that's the thing about poetries and art, one can have their own interpretation.
Yesterday I came across this beautiful poem and I knew I wanted it in my sketchbook, so I painted it. This is a beautiful video where I heard the poem. And I keep coming back to this channel, I love these videos and how it makes me feel.
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