I know you already know this poem. I’m really glad you do : I love this poem. I memorized it in sixth grade for a poetry presentation, and I brought in a CD player with a song I thought went with it, and my two plastic model horses and my American Girl doll sleigh to “set the scene.” I l o v e this poem. Everything about it. Robert Frost was born in 1874 in San Francisco and lived most of his life in New England. He was a teacher as well as a prolific and brilliant poet, achieving fame during his lifetime, He died in Boston in 1963. You can read more about him here.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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.
– Robert Frost