Thanks to Cara at Ooh... Books! for another week of poetry celebration! Stop by her blog to see what poetry others have got for us this week. I've picked a poem this week that many, many people already know, but it's definitely worth celebrating and highlighting. Aaaand... as I am linking this entry, I see that Cara and I are on the same wavelength. Different entries, same poem, that's okay, right?
This is one of my favourite snowy poems, and my favourite Robert Frost poem, which is saying a fair bit. It's another one my mother has memorized and would often quote to us, and we had the Susan Jeffers' illustrated book. I think her illustrations are part and parcel of how I feel about this poem -- she has captured the muted feeling of a snowy woods in the evening absolutely perfectly.
Do try to find this book if you haven't seen it. It's absolutely worth it, and a marvellous example of illustrated poetry. The poem itself is so beautiful it never fails to make my throat tight.
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.