Robert Frost

I have always loved the poetry of Robert Frost. I don't know why, maybe its because he was a New Englander the same as I. These two poems: Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening and Road Not Taken are my most favorite of his writings.

The first poem was introduced to me when I was in high school and has stuck with me ever since. It's one of the poems I had to memorize that I still remember. And I relate to it everytime it snows and I see the woods where I live filling up with falling snow.

The second poem relates to how I have always lived my life with no apologies or regrets. And again I was introduced to it while I was in high school.

STOPPING BY THE WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
By Robert Frost

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.



Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.