Robert Frost in Translation/English/Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are l 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.

Analysis

Read the analysis of the poem at Wikipedia: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.

See Also

• Robert Frost reading Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
• Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Randall Thompson sung by Chor Leoni
• A lecture on Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

References

1. Frost, Robert, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Representative poetry (online ed.), University of Toronto.