Poetry Sunday is the time I come and bring you Poems that either reflect how I'm, feeling, the mood of they day, have been stuck in my head, I like or in some rare occasions have written. Sometimes I'll post and explain sometimes I'll let the poem speak for itself. Today I think I'll explain.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening - 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.
I chose this poem because it is one of my favorites. The last stanza (the woods...sleep) is absolutely beautiful. It makes me think of those "3 a.m. moments" when you're forced to just be alone and really relate to yourself. It reminds me that life is a constant journey, and how often do we feel that there are "miles to go before I sleep"?
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