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Monday, February 22, 2016

"Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost

After working for many hours on a poem in 1922, Robert Frost stepped outside and was suddenly inspired to write "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening". He said later that he was able to complete the piece in just a few minutes. Published in 1923, it is a beautiful poem which depicts the wonder of watching the snow fall in winter and along with "The Road Not Taken" has become one of Frost's most well-known works.

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Program Credits

Announcer: Thomas Lamar
Narrator: J.D. Sutter
Composer: Natasha Green
Sound Design & Mixing: Christopher Green
Photography: James Wheeler (Adapted and licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 2.0 Generic license.)
Producer/Director: J.D. Sutter

Entry on Wikipedia for "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"
Entry on Wikipedia for Robert Frost
A very thorough analysis of the poem including comments on the rhyming scheme
Compilation of interpretations of the piece from several academics compiled by the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign

Robert Frost
CREDIT: "Robert Frost, head-and-shoulders portrait, facing front." Between 1910 and 1920. New York World-Telegram and the Sun Newspaper Photograph Collection, Library of Congress.
URL: http://www.americaslibrary.gov/jb/modern/

"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 sounds 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.

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