The poem “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” composed by Robert Frost in 1922 was published in his New Hampshire volume on 7th March 1923. Each verse follows an ‘a-a-b-a’ rhyme scheme except for the last verse.
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 hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound’s the sweepOf 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.
This tension between responsibility and desire is clearer when you read it the second time. It very beautifully describes our struggles of wanting to stop to admire the beauties of nature and just rest. Nothing has changed since 1922, we all still rush about our lives hardly having any time to rest or just be!
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