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. l
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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This is my favorite Robert Frost poem. I find it very calming. I can feel the cool air, smell the woods, see the night, hear the bells on the horse. It's a moment of just being. A reminder of belonging regardless of past expectations or future promises and miles to go. Those moments of grounding and being present can be more real and important than all the drama we immerse ourselves the rest of the time. Stop. Release yourself. Forgive yourself. Be present. See, feel, smell, hear, taste. Then choose a path again. As many times as you need to. That is living.
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Date: 2024-02-15 07:10 pm (UTC)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. l
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.
...
This is my favorite Robert Frost poem. I find it very calming. I can feel the cool air, smell the woods, see the night, hear the bells on the horse. It's a moment of just being. A reminder of belonging regardless of past expectations or future promises and miles to go. Those moments of grounding and being present can be more real and important than all the drama we immerse ourselves the rest of the time. Stop. Release yourself. Forgive yourself. Be present. See, feel, smell, hear, taste. Then choose a path again. As many times as you need to. That is living.