Poetry Potluck

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

I remember I read this poem hen I was in Std 10. I particularly like this poem because I can quite closely relate myself to it. Sometimes unconsciously I tend to admire things for long, but all of a sudden I realize that I have a lot of work to do. Life has a lot of responsibilities and wasting time and admiring the nature wont help.
Our surroundings help us to realize the reality and still we realize it late.

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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