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.

by Robert Frost

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He's tired and he stops to contemplate how peaceful his own death will be, but he also knows that he has obligations to his family, and that they need him. Death must wait.
what a wonderful poet he is. He chooses simple topics and present to us in a descriptive way.
This poem is written in iambic tetrameter, ie di dum di dum di dum di dum with four metric iambic feet per line. The rhyming scheme is aaba bbcb ccdc dddd and the last line is repeated. It is extremely difficult to do without forced rhyme and perhaps using the same subject of snow as Robert Frost did. My poem A Date with Death is perfect in all these details, and was extremely difficult to do. You can find it by Googling JOSIE'S POEMS 3 - secondary schools. I wish you well with attempting to do this.
one of our lessons at the university. I always like and remember.
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