On '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.

"Whose words these are I think I know.

"I think you know, too.

"These words, with one change, were penned by Robert Frost in 1922, the opening line of one of America’s most revered and recited poems, 'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.'

"And on New Year’s Day, they entered the public domain, along with a huge cache of other long-copyrighted material. . . ."

A recent article in The Washington Post reported on this poem and profiled Robert Frost and his poetry.

To access the complete Washington Post article, please visit:

Washington Post: Robert Frost wrote this masterpiece in about 20 minutes. It belongs to all of us now. (2 JAN 19)

Background information:

Robert Frost (Official Site)