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 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
One Christmastime interpretation of this Robert Frost classic is that Santa Claus is the narrator, and that tonight is his night of gift delivery, which would give light to his “promises to keep” and “miles to go before I sleep.” Others say that we are the narrator, and the woods represent life. But however you look at it, it’s a great wintery poem! ❄️