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,
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
Heidi, this one's for you. I am guessing from your comment in the TMT questions the other day that this poem must strike an inner chord with you as well. There is beauty, melancholy, angst, hope and determination all embodied in these four simple yet haunting stanzas. All things that I recognize and struggle to keep in balance in my own life, especially on those "darkest days of the year". How thankful I am today that "the promises" and the "miles to go" are harbingers of hope and expectation.
21 comments:
Really pretty pictures - looks like an old Ideals magazine they are so perfect!
mmmmm...I love that poem. really really really great.
I love, love, love this poem. It was one I memorized for a literature class in college. Your pictures were a perfect illustration.
Blessings!
Now thats winter in all its beauty! We never have winter like that, we always get just a dusting or two. And you maje it look so beautiful and that poem fit it just right, so did the music, just looking at this post made me want to go find a book, and blanket and sit in front the fire. Just wonderful:)
I have been longing for you to do another of your picture/poem posts. This is so stirring. I love the poem too - and the pictures and your comments perfect. You have a great talent dear one.
wow very nice..loved them all..because I heart snow!
Nice. I am never sure how to comment without sounding dumb. I love that poem, and the red in the barn picture was great.
Those pics go perfectly with the poem. TFS!
Thanks for the poem and especially the pictures. I am longing for snow, but living in the deep south will not see any. I appreciate the beauty of your photos!!
One of my fave Frost poems! And so beautifully brought to life by your , always stunning, pictures!
I love this poem, and I love your photos. *sigh*
I especially love that you have snow and we don't. *cackle!*
Magical . . . winsome . . . simple, yet so so deep. Your photos breathe new life into the reading of one of my favorite poems. Mr. Frost would surely congratulate you on seeing his words so clearly.
What a visual treat! Thank you.
I'm so glad I journeyed to The Prairie to see you today, my friend.
one of my faves...
lovely, melancholy photos...
matches the poem very nicely!
Loved the pictures to go with the poem.
I absolutely love these photos combined with the music. Like magic!
The Lord has truly blessed you with a gift for photos and matching pose. Loved the words but loved the pic's even more. I'm so thankful you share with us-we are truly blessed by your talent.
Hugs and blessings,
Noreen
...beautiful...!!
I presume you took the photos?
you live in a very stunning part of the world, I would love to go for such snowy walks....
Sigh. I just love it when you do that. A gift, my friend, that's what you have.
Thank you for the breath of stillness, peace, and beauty today.
beautiful pictures and wonderful poem to go along with them!
This is the poem I've memorized for Mega Memory Month at my blog! Thanks for this beautiful photo-accompaniment to the words.
Tonight the snow comes, and I shall think of the easy wind and downy flake.
Great poem, one of my favorites ever, and such lovely pictures to accompany it! ;)
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