Sunday, February 1, 2009

"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"
~ Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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 snowy 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.

When reading this poem, one is taken to the snowy woods near the village. You can hear the wind in the trees and feel the coldness radiating from the snow. You can also feel the peace that the rider finds there amongst the trees- the welcome respite from his day to day life that calls to him to stop there in the woods and take a moment just for himself.

The images of the woods, the horse and the snow combine to bring a type of peace that the traveler is not aware that he needs, though from the choice of words Frost appears to invoke upon the reader. That the stillness calls to the traveler despite that he knows there are many more things to be done or tasks to be completed on this long, cold night before he can truly stop for the day.

For me the feelings that are stirred are those that this is a gentle reminder that no matter how chaotic day to day life itself can be, we must each take time for ourselves so that we may both complete our daily duties as well as take care of one's self.

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