Tag: robert frost poetry

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Featured Poem: Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

By 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 … Read More Featured Poem: Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Featured Poem: A Patch of Old Snow

By Robert Frost There’s a patch of old snow in a corner That I should have guessed Was a blow-away paper the rain Had brought to rest. It is speckled with grime as if Small print overspread it, The news of a day I’ve forgotten — If I ever read it.