Robert Frost Dies January 29, 1963

On January 29, 1963,  Robert Frost, my favorite poet died.  Many years ago, in a 9th grade Literature class, a football coach/English Teacher “forced” me to memorize one of his poems ….I thank that man even today,  since the poem has been my favorites ever since.  I hope you enjoy it too:

Stopping by a 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.

2 Responses to Robert Frost Dies January 29, 1963

  1. Marie says:

    Thank you for this post Tony. I too am a Robert Frost fan. Daily I post a bit of verse on my Facebook page… Today the January verse is ~ Fire and Ice By Robert Frost

    Some say the world will end in fire,
    Some say in ice.
    From what I’ve tasted of desire
    I hold with those who favor fire.
    But if it had to perish twice,
    I think I know enough of hate
    To say that for destruction ice
    Is also great
    And would suffice.