Robert Frost in Translation/English/Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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
[edit | edit source]Read the analysis of the poem at Wikipedia: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.
See Also
[edit | edit source]- 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
[edit | edit source]- Frost, Robert, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Representative poetry (online ed.), University of Toronto.