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<blockquote data-quote="toonertoo" data-source="post: 913007" data-attributes="member: 1944"><p>This poem just deeply affects me. Im not really into literature and poetry, but this poem always gets me</p><p></p><p>redo, recopy, repost, it brings comfort to me</p><p></p><p>Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening</p><p></p><p>By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. </p><p>His house is in the village though; </p><p>He will not see me stopping here </p><p>To watch his woods fill up with snow. </p><p></p><p>My little horse must think it queer </p><p>To stop without a farmhouse near </p><p>Between the woods and frozen lake </p><p>The darkest evening of the year. </p><p></p><p>He gives his harness bells a shake </p><p>To ask if there is some mistake. </p><p>The only other sound’s the sweep </p><p>Of easy wind and downy flake. </p><p></p><p>The woods are lovely, dark and deep. </p><p>But I have promises to keep, </p><p>And miles to go before I sleep, </p><p>And miles to go before I sleep.</p><p></p><p>Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="toonertoo, post: 913007, member: 1944"] This poem just deeply affects me. Im not really into literature and poetry, but this poem always gets me redo, recopy, repost, it brings comfort to me Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost 1874–1963 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. Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from [/QUOTE]
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