"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"
Robert Frost was born in 1874 in San Francisco. When he was 11, he moved to Lawrence, Massachusetts. He went to Dartmouth College and Harvard, but never got a formal degree. After leaving school he tried many different jobs. He was a teacher, a cobbler, an editor, and he finally found what he wanted to do - writing.
When Robert came back to America in 1915 (from being in many other countries), he had written two full length collections. By the 1920s, Robert was one of the most celebrated poets in the country. With every book and piece of poetry he wrote, his fame increased. His poetry and writings were mainly about nature or the landscapes of New England. He did write with traditional poetry forms, but he also made up his own.
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 the 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.