And miles to go

On a snowy early winter morning here in Colorado (and across much of the nation, it seems), this Robert Frost poem seems like an apropos selection for today’s blog entry. Frost actually wrote the poem on an early June morning after staying up working all night on his long poem New Hampshire, the foundation poem for his 1923 book by the same name – and a book that would win the 1924 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. 
After the long night at his desk, he went outdoors to view the sunrise and instead, clearly saw (in his mind) the scene that became this poem.     He quickly went back indoors and wrote it down in just a few minutes.     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 hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound’s the sweepOf 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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