SIX - ROBERT FROST

ROBERT FROST

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Stopping by Woods

on a Snowy Evening

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.

 

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ELINOR AND ROBERT

FROST

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ROBERT FROST AND THE KENNEDYS

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FAMOUS QUOTES

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POET LAUREATE

FOR THE NATION

1958

OFFICIAL POET OF THE UNITED STATES

AND 

CONSULTANT IN POETRY TO THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS

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FOUR PULITZER PRIZES FOR POETRY

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NOMINATED 31 TIMES FOR NOBEL PRIZE IN LITERATURE

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11 BOOKS OF POETRY FOM

"A BOYS WILL" (1911)  TO  "THE CLEARING" (1962)

 

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ROBERT FROST

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Published by

WORDS OF WILLIAM

 

©2017

     William F. Carawan

      "Poetry Guy"

 

All rights reserved

Boston, Massachusetts U.S.A.

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 COMMENT SECTION

 

I interviewed and hired a blue cow (see picture below) with a one of a kind attitude! Her name is Sally, although she says "sassy" is what most people call her...and I can understand why.

 

She recently arrived in the USA from a very tiny country called Kows'r'blu. In fact it is so tiny...that no one seems to know where it is located. Sally says its' one claim to fame is a small population (or herd) of blue cows which are not found anywhere else in the world. She says that makes her very rare and special! And I might add...seems to be the main cause of her attitude.

 

Sally has agreed to manage the "Comment Section" of my blog. She will get paid by commission based strictly on the tally of comments for that months' blog post. She seems to think that her attitude will be a big help in reaching that goal. And I can only imagine that it certainly will.

 

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Comments: 2
  • #1

    Shelley (Wednesday, 18 October 2017 11:00)

    Robert Frost ... There is something warm and cozy and comfortable about this man.
    The poem above is such a lovely thought in simple words. The photo just above it and
    the one just below it are perfect visuals to frame and accompany the poem, an embracing touch.
    All the additional photos and quotes and info make this Frost Blog become, in a sense, personal.
    The photo section of the farm in Derry NH tugs at my heart strings of home, I could so live there!
    Like all the other blogs to date "The Poetry Guy" has another blog hit to offer his readers...
    Keep it up as I look forward to more of your well thought out blogs coming down the pike...

  • #2

    Rosalinda Johnson (Tuesday, 30 January 2024 14:53)

    Thank you for this tribute to Robert Frost, Bill, my favorite poet, too!
    He certainly wore his humility in his greatness well, didn't he!!!