Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
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.
Robert Frost
One of my all time faves.
ReplyDeleteThis poem and If by Kipling remain two of my all time favorites. I made a Louisana Pecan Pie for a luncheon that had orange zest. Oh it was delicious! Served it with a swirl of brown sugar ice cream. I'm sure your recipe for this premiere southern dessert is over the top.
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hi mzlibby ~ i love that kipling poem, too ... also one of my favorites ~ right up there with desiderata. your pecan pie sounds fantastic ~ i made one a couple weeks ago (using steens cane syrup & a cup of chocolate chips in the bottom). speaking of chocolate - i just finished making a batch of chocolate/pecan fudge. tru dat.
ReplyDeletethat frost poem is the very first poem i ever learned, mzpatti ~ so it has a special place in this ol' curmudgeon's heart.
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