When I first started blogging in around 2005, every Friday a lot of bloggers used to post a poem they liked or was appropriate for their day or week. Usually, if I remember rightly, no explanation was given, just the poem. I used to like doing it, so I thought I'd try and revive the tradition, at least on this blog! So here's my first 'Friday Poetry Blogging'.
Stopping by 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.