Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost
This poem only scored a 3 on allpoetry.com auto-rank. So what makes it a good poem?
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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This poem drops us right inside the mind of Robert Frost, no doubt this poem’s muse is generated from an actual event, perhaps elaborated on a little as is the custom of many a poet. It’s as if we’re right there thinking and reacting to what he’s experiencing. Note the end rhyme in the second and fourth line of each stanza. Also the even 8 syllable count per line gives it a hypnotic rhythm.
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