~A personal long deep affair ~

The works and personality ~ someone that I admire and take to heart

Indeed

*Smile*

Robert Lee Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)

was an American poet.

He is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech. His work frequently employed themes from the early 1900s rural life in New England,

using the setting to examine complex social and philosophical themes.

A popular and often-quoted poet,

Frost was honored frequently during his lifetime, receiving four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry.

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.